Sunday, February 17, 2013

A Poem Wrapped in Music by Bob Atkinson

A Poem Wrapped in Music
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson
write that emotional treasure
your life, your loves, your leisure
tell all your best stories
describing love, life and glory

setting for us location
describe all with elocution
impact my heart with fire
by describing heart's desire

tell stories not yet told
of your actions weak and bold
tales of the heroes gone
to the past or current born

give me much to contemplate
while I live that sedate life
worrying about tomorrow
with those darlings or a wife

wrap this wondrous treasure
in a blanket of sweet sounds
music for a lifetime's thought
bringing my spirit to the ground

call this something I will know
a word with which to rest
my weary attention span
spread out over my chest

call the content and the notes
an entire ball of wax
something I will know and treasure
from my future to my past

call it song

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Poetic Diction by Bob Atkinson

Poetic Diction
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson
Wordsworth got it right back then
in seventeen-ninety-eight he said
poetry need sound more like conversation
over strangely worded thought gyrations

poetry requires not its own style
similes and metaphors branded by
that strange combination of cornball words
following thoughts mostly absurd

yet, because those who should
be in the know, or on the bench
enjoin those words to self inflate
for ego's bows by uninitiated

they might desire to differentiate
from normal streetwise phrases
so they, themselves, dominate
what isn't theirs to take

calling themselves "poets"
itself banal in its nature
and
"poetry" that which they percolate
and sometimes merely regurgitate

now, here I might interject
my own thoughts on this poetic mess
my feelings if you read my writings
differentiate poetry from simple prose

poetry defined by my natural words
merely contains emotional verbs
hearts afire or depressed state
or
some such elaborate mixed up place

prose, in my plain definition
on the other hand needs no emotion
only imparts knowledge of
something be it thought or notion

when the words touch the soul
poetry it is, prose it's no
prose tells what you didn't know
poetry gives your heart a blow

so, from now on, let's get real
"poemwriters" write this stuff
call it poetry if you must
but
leave the garbage in your dust
else, call yourself a poet not