Poetry doesn't just "happen"--
it is filtered through the sieve
of sense-impression; fashioned
and shaped by the careful
and loving selection of appropriate
words; moulded by intention
and intelligence, and leavened
by imagination's yeast.
It is both art and artifice,
and without poetry, we would
be further away from divinity.
A contest entry
- when poetry happens by Dienush.
1250 points, ended July 13, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a potential point of view. I love the alliterations and internal rhymes here. This is a very clever poem. Thank you for entering my contest.
~Diana
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True words, my friend. One person's poetry, is another's prose, methinks. I thought today: where does all the time go? Keep the time in the heart, count the beats. The blessed, eternal rhythm of the crystal spheres? Best Wishes.
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Thanks for sharing the poem, Bill. I often have trouble typing and seeing the screen at the same time, but this is a poetic gem. Take Care. K.
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