Post by Cory Raymond on Feb 23, 2014 16:30:27 GMT -6
This poem was inspired by some of the people on a forum I once frequented. No reference to present company intended.
A-hem! Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here together...
the oh-so-solemn traditionalists,
whose poetry smiles not,
the love-so-true,
sky-so-blue crowd,
the subtle ones who reach out,
grab your heart
and shake your psyche,
with their streamlined genius---
their words tenderly polished,
or cruelly pointed,
a brooding youngster or two,
whose words amaze,
even as they try to slink off the page,
their tails between their legs,
the ones who come from
the open wound school,
whose pain pulls you in, every time,
for an empathetic wallow,
a brilliant one or two who make you feel
that you're not quite brilliant enough,
to catch the tail of their high-flying kites,
and the one, missing the poetry step
on the ladder of his DNA,
who wanders in one day
and starts splashing through
the slow-moving currents of
the poetry forum,
with poetry so bad that
even the harshest critic
finds compassion lurking in his heart
and refrains from making comment...
We all come together here
in search of that elusive
perfect turn of a phrase---
the sweet embrace of poetry
our innocent pursuit.
A-hem! Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here together...
the oh-so-solemn traditionalists,
whose poetry smiles not,
the love-so-true,
sky-so-blue crowd,
the subtle ones who reach out,
grab your heart
and shake your psyche,
with their streamlined genius---
their words tenderly polished,
or cruelly pointed,
a brooding youngster or two,
whose words amaze,
even as they try to slink off the page,
their tails between their legs,
the ones who come from
the open wound school,
whose pain pulls you in, every time,
for an empathetic wallow,
a brilliant one or two who make you feel
that you're not quite brilliant enough,
to catch the tail of their high-flying kites,
and the one, missing the poetry step
on the ladder of his DNA,
who wanders in one day
and starts splashing through
the slow-moving currents of
the poetry forum,
with poetry so bad that
even the harshest critic
finds compassion lurking in his heart
and refrains from making comment...
We all come together here
in search of that elusive
perfect turn of a phrase---
the sweet embrace of poetry
our innocent pursuit.
