Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetic, and rhythm, qualities of language—such as phonesthetics, sound symbolism, and meter—to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning. (wikipedia)
Does that explain it for you? Well it’s certainly true, but to me this definition is simply too clinical. Does it share the true essence of what it means to each of us–to each of us who puts pen to paper or fingertips to keyboard to convey something from deep within. To the writer of poems (well, at least this writer of poems) it encompasses so much more.
Sometimes we use strict forms. Sometimes we rhyme. Sometimes we just bleed onto the page.
In the coming weeks, I plan to share more about poetry with examples I hope you’ll enjoy.
The poem below was born from a simple challenge: Write a poem about the autumn scene above.
Wrapped in red mist
and gently kissed
by leaves blushing lips
this enchanting encounter
yet long remembered…
chased by bitter cold,
flies into memory’s vault
to be held fast
until heat’s passion
tinged with early chill