poetry lesson #5
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poetry lesson #5
it is a poem
it is about the sunrise
which tosses its gossamer
of flaming crimson that
flares in the early eastern sky
it is about your love
which is a cup of nectar
the liquid spilling off the cusp
the goblet you hold in a weak grasp
it is about the darkness
which is a stone wall of razor wires
which shut out the grey of sad skies
the marble of stone crosses
it is about elusive words
the little abstractions which
roll easily off tongues but we
despaired building like lego bricks
it is the heartbreak of battlefields
it is the insignifant things from A to Z
it is the watching of paint drying
it can be so painful you want to cry
as we toss paper after paper
to wastebaskets
till the words become a picture
and it is a poem
.
written 01/12/2002
revised 07/04/2019
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BAND-MAID - Freedom
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021
poetry lesson #5
it is a poem
it is about the sunrise
which tosses its gossamer
of flaming crimson that
flares in the early eastern sky
it is about your love
which is a cup of nectar
the liquid spilling off the cusp
the goblet you hold in a weak grasp
it is about the darkness
which is a stone wall of razor wires
which shut out the grey of sad skies
the marble of stone crosses
it is about elusive words
the little abstractions which
roll easily off tongues but we
despaired building like lego bricks
it is the heartbreak of battlefields
it is the insignifant things from A to Z
it is the watching of paint drying
it can be so painful you want to cry
as we toss paper after paper
to wastebaskets
till the words become a picture
and it is a poem
.
written 01/12/2002
revised 07/04/2019
****************
BAND-MAID - Freedom
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021
Labels: poetry lesson #, writing
posted by dsnake1 at 11:27 PM
13 Comments:
The image of tossed paper to waste baskets is crucial to the painstaking process
Have a good week Cheong Lee san
Much💜love
I like this lesson! So much that I went looking for the others, but cannot find #1 and #2.
Gillena,
😁
Thank you for the visit.
Rosemary,
There is Poetry Lesson #1. Just type 'Poetry Lesson' in the blog's search bar and it will display. There is no #2, as i think it was titled 'how i started on poetry'.
should have retitled it. Anyway, stay tune for #6. 😄
I'm not ashamed to say that I squealed with pure delight when I finished this one. It is so delicious to read. The whole thing is awesome--the way it builds and promises--and then, the end is the most satisfying of treats.
Magaly,
Thank you! It is reactions like this that makes the writer feels the effort is all worthwhile, and satisfying. I am so glad you like the poem. 😀
It's definitely about the paint drying and sometimes like stepping on a lego! I love the flow of words rolling off the tongue like nectar.
Thank you, Colleen! 😀
The poet is usually most critical of his own writing rather than the reader...well that's how I look at it!
Robin,
I think that's how i look at it too. There are some poems in my draft folder that have been there for years due to some reasons like content, sensitivity, structure, etc that i may come back to work on a later date. :)
What a great lesson in creating poetry! So cleverly written. Fortunately the computer allows for easy erase and the wastebasket doesn't fill so quickly!
Thank you, Beverly!
Thanks to the computer, it makes the job of writing so much easier. but i still like to start a poem/story with a pencil on a piece of paper. still very old school, i guess. :)
I really like the second stanza especially. "It is a cup of nectar" spilling over! Lovely.
Thank you, Jenna.
glad you like the image. :)
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