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I often ask myself what is the role or job of the poet? Each time the response depends on what is happening in the world and in my personal life. I ask other poets the same question. Sometimes I wish I could ask my favorite poets, especially those who became well-known after they passed. I could imagine their reaction when they learn in their after life that people finally get and appreciate the poems they wrote.
As I pondered the question I went back to my collection of poetry books and looked for some insights. Inspired by poet’s biographies and other readings, I wrote a poem that hopefully answers the question. I mean if you have ever asked yourself what is the role of the poet.
The Role of the Poet
I believe the world needs a poet more today
It needed one yesterday as well
because a poet is one to tells
truths we may not want to hear
a poet brings to light what is most dear
and helps us to face fear
A poet brings you back into your own life
and teaches you how to breathe in and out
in stillness and in meditation
while you listen carefully to your breath and heart beat
and to the divine explanation of why we are all here.
A poet is a little god
who soothes your soul
and lets you peek into life’s crystal ball
to see yourself for the very first time
A poet sings the songs that make the world go round
and says what matters in free verse or rhyme
a poet knows how to expertly use every utterance and sound
in alliteration or onomatopoeia or assonance
and when it comes to choosing
the right meter
who else can we possibly trust
It does not matter what form a poem takes
A poet must not mistake
an epic, a limerick or an ode
As long as a poet can bring back the spring
in the middle of winter.
A poet can make you sing
and help you see the purpose of a fly
and you can either believe every word
or decide to defy
its relevance or ambiguity
but we must admit the poet’s acuity
for words and how to use them in a soliloquy.
Being a poet is not an easy job
a poet can make you smile
or make your heart throb
A poet can also make you think
about so many things that need thinking
and when you don’t understand
the message it can really stink
but as for me
I still hope to be
a poet someday.
Happy Birthday William!
by Melba Christie (c) 2014
Pardon me if I sound presumptuous
As I do not mean to be bold
Perhaps it is not proper of me
that I address you by your given name.
But I am honored if you allow me to do the same.
You see my seventh grade teacher is to blame
as she made it very clear
your poetry would become so dear
to all of us
She made a huge fuss
and made us memorize whole stanzas
and on your birthday every year
she would have what she called Shakespeare’s extravaganza
Also I feel I have known you all my life
you describe much of my strife
besides my father’s name was William too
and maybe this is why I could not help
but to be attracted to you
I never want to “speak an infinite deal of nothing”
I feel “the best is yet to come”
as I slowly but surely become
a poet to be followed
an honor I hope is bestowed
upon me before my death
“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come”
““True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings.”
This is why I sing
today and everyday
“O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful!
And yet again wonderful”
God knows I never want to be dull
So today, the 113th day, of this year 2014
and on the 450th anniversary of your birth,
I celebrate with great mirth
your sonnets most of all.
They taught me about the complexities of love
and how we fall
to romance, destiny from the heavens above.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILLIAM!
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Will we be ready?
Ready for what?
To be who we are supposed to be.
What do you mean?
I am who I am.
I am who I am supposed to be.
We are suppose to be
to breed love
We are suppose to be
choreographed with perfect
deep empathy, and
the essence of what
life is all about.
We are supposed to be
a soothing song of springtime.
We are supposed to be the composer
who delves deep into our hearts
to help us find our very own arias
and makes us listen closely to the beats
that mark our time on this earth.
Wow! Will I be ready?
“Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so? He replied, ‘All poets believe that it does. And in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removed mountains; But many are not capable of a firm persuasion of anything.” – From the Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake
April is the month to celebrate poetry. The month has been designated National Poetry Month. I like to think that with April showers and the beginning of spring comes inspiration and thus more of us may be inclined to pay attention to our muses. I write poems every day. But there is something about spring that inspires me to read aloud my favorite poems and to write more of my own.
The Dodge Poetry Foundation is devoted to fomenting the appreciation of poetry read aloud. They sponsor teacher’s seminars called Clearing the Spring, Tending the Fountain, http://www.dodgepoetry.org/schools/spring-fountain/registration-information/ every year.
Another great site is Poets.org. where you can create your own poetry notebook to collect your favorite poems. Many libraries and book stores sponsor poetry readings this month. Check your town’s local activity calendar.
Happy National Poetry Month. I want to thank the followers and supporters of Poemattic. I leave you with a few quotes to ponder: Happy reading and Happy writing!!
“Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.” –Carl Sandburg, Poetry Considered
Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes. – Joseph Roux
Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own.
I did not like the idea of my daughter getting a tattoo
But I do love trees and I thought of the poem Trees
and so I stole a line from the poem
I cannot remember what I did to make it look like a negative
But I think I made my point
We have not had much of a winter season so I started to do my spring cleaning to take advantage of the mild weather. I vowed to get rid all I could that was stored in our attic. We collected quite a bit over the thirteen years we’ve lived here. As usual I begin with great fervor then manage to sit comfortably on a big cushion and before I know it I am reading my old poems. I pay particular attention to the rewrites and the notes I had written in the margins to myself. I look at the dates and relive the moment that may have inspired the poem. Then I start writing again on related or similar themes. Sometimes I simply follow through with some of the edits I had suggested. I never get around to throwing out any of the stuff I had planned to discard.
I suppose many writers do the same thing. But I think poets become reengaged in the process. I started reflecting on how poems evolve and why the ones that end up in an attic or any place for that matter somehow come back to inspire new thoughts. I feel like I have found new treasures. Although sometimes I find one poem I really hated from the beginning and just tear it to shreds.
I will share some of the poems I rediscovered and I hope that you will send me your comments. I hope that you go back into your attic and look for those poems you have written in the past or the new ones that were reborn.
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