More Thoughts On Poetry

Here's another reason, a thought, as to why "popular poetry" can, and perhaps should, seem more appealing than the scholarly "higher" variants.

It makes sense that metre, rhythm, phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, general symbolism and many other literary ploys should infest the every syllable of the "poetry" that we conceive, melodify, and scribble onto our medium before cutting, refining and rearranging until its audiovisual powers of intellectual invocation meet or transcend our original inspiration.

On that note, I should also add that true beautiful poetry as I see it is like a painting; it is up to the artist and the beholder whether or not to hold any bias or preference for subjective beauty as presented either overtly, covertly, or some blend of the two. True masterful poetry pays no homage to complexity, and most assuredly not to specificity. Those two elements do not generally complement, amplify, or enrich poetry in any general sense beyond the niche. True inspirational, evocative poetry is influential and timeless.

Whether yet budding small and meek as I, or bloomed, every writer springs forth in sudden bursts. So too should poetry rush out from its master's keep, from shimmering sunlight beaming down mosaics through the leaves and onto the restful face, the fleeting, sandy waves of opalescent blue on a blinding summer day, the unlikely marriage of street lamps and fall leaves under the bewitching beams of the twilight moon, or the romantic freezing of time as a violet night gently ices the world a cold alabaster.

 

~Yukigami