One thought resides
in my soul
remember me as a poet
One thought resides
in my soul
remember me as a poet
“Roll over Beethoven!” How I loved this line. What a visual for a kid who loved both classical and pop music. The one and only “Chuck Berry, the singer-songwriter and guitarist who was one of the architects of rock ‘n’ roll” passed away yesterday at the age of 90. His style and energy will never be forgotten as he held concerts well into his eighties. The poet of Rock & Roll inspired such artists as the Beatles, The Beach Boys and so many others.
I can imagine the scene today in heaven as he joins some of the great legends we have lost lately like Leonard Cohen, Prince and of course Beethoven himself. Rest in peace Mr. Berry.
A poem is defined as expressive language. It is an art form that allows for free verse. Poems are musical and rhythmic and uses sounds and imagery to convey meaning. Poems use metaphors and similes and they can create a very intimate conversation between the poet and the reader.
The following is a poem about poems.
Poems are words a poet collects
to convey messages hard to forget
or to tell a truth so there are no regrets.
Poems are stored in the heart and soul
of poets waiting for their muses to call
Poems flow like rivers through the mind
and words can be sweet and sometimes unkind
And if there is a cause
that needs to be fought
A poem can manage
and never be caught
without a deep thought
to stimulate thinking
elevate the spirit,
and comfort the soul.
A poem is created with lots of care
A poet knows
no coincidence there
the words embrace
emotions and fears
to make us so happy
we can burst into tears
What is a poem?
you tell me.
for me it’s all that I see
smell, hear, taste
and everything life offers me
that I love so much.
By Melba Christie (c) 2013
I have continued to ponder about what inspires me and what inspires my writing. Sometimes what inspires me is a simple line in a poem or narrative. Sometimes it’s the title of a poem. Some poems stay with us forever. You may have read them just at the most proper moment in your life. Maybe a teacher read it in a way you would never forget it. The poem that follows is a poem inspired by inspirational titles. (At least to me they were inspirational.) There are hundreds of others I can cite. The titles have been italicized. You may recognize some of the poets. Do not forget I love your comments. Please let me know what inspires you to write.
It’s all I have to bring today
can you tell what it is?
well by the way you’re right.
I could not stay away
so I took
by the others for
fear of rejection.
Our love is unique
Now and Forever
and in all the hours of the day
of moments spent
making it work
Our love, my love is here to stay.
When I Consider Everything that Grows
that nothing is impossible
there are always Miracles
to count on
Oh Me! Oh My!
Life is good!
Poets Cited: Shakespeare, Whitman, Dickinson, Hughes, Frost, Teasdale, and Kunitz.
I would love to hear from you about what inspires you.
“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
I love this word. It implies an instant in time that may never repeat itself. Measurable only to the extent that it is memorable or special. Moments become timeless. Then there is the Aha! moment. I have had a few of those change my life. Someone once said that there is no happiness only moments of happiness. Precious moments could be classified as moments of happiness. But some moments can be appraised as awkward. Can someone’s awkward moment be another’s precious moment? Van Goethe said, “every second is of infinite value.” So we may want to seize the moment to make sure that we stay in the present as much as possible. I want to make sure that the moments I may be able to produce for others are touching moments and become cherished by the receiver. I just wrote a poem about a poet who tries to describe the moments in his life that count. Here it is. Please take a moment and reply or comment.
The poet waited for a moment because it was all he could spare at the time.
He waited for the muse who had promised to visit him everyday to inspire a poem.
In the meantime, moments paraded in his head, This is what he saw:
A moment of glory when he won the race,
The moment he kissed his sweetheart for the first time,
The moment he discovered himself,
The moment faith was restored in his heart.
The proud moment his parents felt when he graduated from college.
The one moment he thought he had lost his mind.
The moment he prayed and asked God to save his mom.
The moment his first son was born.
The moment he remembered what he had forgotten.
Then, he looked up to the sky and saw a falling star
and thought to himself there goes my poem.
“A poet‘s work is to point at frauds”
and to to take “a late walk”
to observe the sunset.
A poet’s work is
“A thing of beauty”
but can be “A song of despair”
when “A dog has died.”
A poet’s work can be
“A hand mirror”
so you can see the truth
face to face.
A Poet’s work is “Acceptance”
that sometimes there is not much that a poet
can do about abolishing hate and breeding peace.
A poet’s work
is a “Brave and Startling truth”
and or a “Lesson in Vengeance”
or an “Enigma”
or a simple “letter to an aunt”
to ease her pain.
A Poet’s work
eloquently describes a “summer’s dream”
or a “conversation”
about “Faith being a fine invention”
But for me a Poet’s work is to
“Carpe Diem” and speak from the heart
every minute of the day.
Do you know all the poets whose works were cited in my poem? I will post all names in my next post.
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