I.
Old as life, the self-indulgent desire
To weave words, apt echoes of a heart’s beat,
With timely, well-turned phrases, fan the fire
Of love, lust, mystery, aches sad and sweet.
‘Lone, a simple sentence does not suffice-
Form and feeling, bow and kiss, so gently;
There’s the start. Alluring in confinement,
Wild words brought to heel; brazen, they entice
Such boundless heights of joy, then easily,
With as much skill, sing of a heart’s lament.
II.
Oh poetry! Beguiling and shifting,
How very many faces you can wear!
Born in a heart, you look to Earth, lifting
Soul-deep pain towards nature to compare.
Anger swift becomes the roiling, churning
Heaving seas, while glee transmutes to feathers,
Scattered carelessly by a moon-sent breeze.
Lover’s eyes turn into gemstones, burning
Embers, or the stars. Fears, soft as heather,
Claw-tipped shadows, that greedily, will seize.
III.
Things wild, tragic, wonderful, the winsome
And the strange, all rendered with such easy
Grace. Poetry, your boundless forms, lissome
In all your moon-sent ways, melancholy,
Radiant, born of sky and sea and earth.
Endless faces, in endless minds, you give
The gift of words. You teach us empathy
And whisper sweet reminders of our worth.
You lend us vibrancy, with which to live,
Tell me-what richer words than poetry?
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
Insta @chloe_j_writes
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Beautiful, deserved a TS spot.
Beautiful poem. I love the structure too
One sure sign of good poetry is a fresh, surprising juxtaposition that is nevertheless not arbitrary but precise and well-justified by the context. I felt such juxtapositions especially in "Alluring in confinement, / Wild words brought to heel," and "glee transmutes to feathers." I also thought "lifting / Soul-deep pain towards nature to compare" was a conspicuous highpoint. There is an assurance to how this poem comes across, another great quality; an assurance whose ideal is best captured by Yeats's famous words: "A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught."
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The perfect capstone to a remarkable series. Happy sigh.