The word Poetry arrived late in the game
weren't poets in the old days known as Makers?
what's in a Rose besides the rose's name?
must answers hover silent as the Quakers?
if I can't say what a rose is I can scent
the petals' hymn & feel the thorns' lament
when images with words desire to meld
in olden ways & novel ways & strange
there's magic in the way the thing gets spelled
-- illusion is defined as What May Change
is illusion then the realm where poems bloom
to traipse equivocal garlands thru the gloom?
[as typical for such things -- written responsive to
an online literary network's game in form of posing
the question "what defines poetry?"]
Thursday, August 2, 2007
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