What’s in a
word
or two or three
or two?
In the
matching and setting and pairing of words
There’s a
magic, a sound; it’s, like, almost a taste.
It’s a
rhythm, a flavor from copy and paste
Like a Utah
boy hearing Australian birds.
Words.
It’s more
than just a story,
unless it’s
just a story.
But it rings
when it’s true
it dings when it’s true
It rings and
it dings and it sings when it’s true.
And there’s
thought involved
thoughts involved
and thoughts evolved
when the heart’s involved.
or
Once upon a
later evening, at Grandma’s house, your dad believing
You and
brother would enjoy a sampling of poetic form.
Though you
don’t catch all the meaning, something in it feels like dreaming,
Or like
moonlight softly beaming –
Beaming on a
darkened shore.
When it ends
you’re left to ponder feelings never felt before –
Which you’ve
held forevermore.
It’s comfortable,
harsh, consistent, contradictory, meticulous, natural, and overall
concise.
It’s poetry,
proof that words can express.
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What’s
there to say about poetry? Honestly, it’s
a hard topic to deal with. For some
reason, these past couple generations haven’t upheld the medium as others have,
and so it has gained a pretentious connotation or is seen through a light full of
flowers, and wussies, and silly romantics.
But it’s an art form. That’s what
it is.
My
approach to this poem of poems was to utilize different poetic techniques. The first stanza, of course, quotes
Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I
also kind of pulled from Eliot by repeating myself and creating a sort of structured
form only to abandon it. And I abandoned
it for my favorite rhyming pattern: A B
B A (words, taste, paste, birds). This
stanza was originally how I intended to start the poem, using a structured
rhythm and rhyme, which, for a long time, was one of the distinguishing
features of the medium. I chose to
bookend the piece with more of a free verse style, instead, keeping the more
structured (including ascetically structured) in the center.
Some
poems are more narrative than others. Of
course Edgar Poe’s “The Raven” is one of the most famous narrative poems. To pay tribute to the narrative style and to
the poem itself, I told a story through the structure of “The Raven.” The story I told was of the first time I
heard the poem. My dad read it to my
brother and me, before bedtime, while we were living at my grandma’s house
sleeping on futons. It haunted me for
reasons I didn’t understand. I was maybe
8 or 9 years old at the time and didn’t know much about pallid busts of Pallas
or about plutonian shores, but I did know about ravens and shadows and souls,
and I understood the feeling of the words.
That’s
the magic of poetry to me: one word
pared with another pared with others and placed together just so perfectly so
can create feelings and moods beyond what the words themselves mean. And speaking of moods, that’s one of the
chief characterizations of poetry to me.
If another work of art is, to me, poetic, like a movie for example, it
will often be less through its symbolism and metaphors and more through its use
of tone and mood. I tried to keep a
consistent focus on word paring and a consistent mood of wonder.
I began this poem asking about
words, and I ended it by referencing a phrase that I wish more people would
forget. Often times, people say “words
can’t express.” Words can’t express what
you mean to me, what the view was like, the horror of the situation, etc. I disagree.
Words can express, it just takes time and careful paring. Many poets, as Cody loves to discover, write
a single thought over and over throughout dozens of poems until they get it
right. The last poem of the series will
often pull lines from the previous struggles, pull them and place them just
so. Then the thought is captured and the
poet moves on.