a distillation of chaotic thought,
a fine-tuning of the stray and random.
It is both experience and emotion,
forged in the fire of imagination
and allowed to cool
in the breeze of reflection.
Poetry can be wise or reckless;
a celebration of the human spirit
or a dart of poisoned malice;
a song of the soul
or an exercise in ingenuity.
It can have multiple meanings,
different styles, many moods.
Poetry is the finest expression
of the human condition:
it is an act of faith
in a faithless world.
A contest entry
- PitBull on a HatBox by NurseChilly.
1800 points, ended August 1, 2007, 11 entries
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this is sweet ... but unfortunately its not for me... sorry
it's pretty cliched and doesn't seem to speak from your inner place or out of spot in your backbone where poetry grows?? i dunno
anyways...
thanks for entering our contest
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I especially enjoyed your "forged in the fire of imagination...cool[ed] in the breeze of reflection"! Appreciated your descriptions of different facets of poetry.
Very nice.
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Described to perfection Bill. Poetry being all of the things you so rightly speak of here. Excellent."An act of faith in a faithless world"..That it is...mal
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this reminds me of the old five and dime stores from the seventies where you could pick little wooden plaques up to hang in your house that said
love is....
never having to say your sorry
or
some other such thing-
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From your dismissive tone, I guess I won't be winning any trophies here, Mary Cat. I can see where you're coming from with the "Love is" plaques, but I think the language used in my piece is just a tad more intelligent than that. Obviously, you don't agree. Thanks for reading anyway.
Bill
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Funky
I went into this thinking, "Poetry is damn well whatever I want it to be, and you can't tell me otherwise!!", but I kind of like how you summed it up, and even agree. Its just abstract enough to work~
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