The Writings of G. K. Bostic

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

so brief…

yet long remembered…

chased by bitter cold,

flies into memory’s vault

to be held fast

until heat’s passion

tinged with early chill

sings seasons’

sanguine refrain.