A Poetic Throwback
Fact to the matter, life is all kinds of poetic. I mean of all the months and occasions I’ve recognized this year so far, and this one, poetry month, encountered no interference.
At any rate, here’s a poetic throwback I’ve published here, there and elsewhere. It speaks to my normal mood about poetry in general, reading poetry specifically…and me writing poetry entirely.
TELL ME A POET
In all truth and honesty,
poetry is as easy as it is hard
to write, read and digest.
Much poetry floods thy senses
...with boredom,
and screams out for wisdom,
...Heaven Have Mercy and all fixations cordial!
Just how many whispering, whimpering
willowy melancholy sonnets
can a million people write?
Don’t even touch the so-called happy
or Lord forbid the intrepidly angry poems...
...Good Grief!
Those aren’t just painful,
they are “F’ing”
hanging off a hot-a$$ SUN
...torture!!!
To this great revelation, and adventure
I also write poetry. And just as well,
have peeked back on my own work,
which yes I did
...SCREAMED, too!!!
“Damn Girl! Sit up!
And Get Up Off the Funk!”
Only a few poets have swept me up
I’m talking the likes of...
Langston Hughes...with his Bad Morning,
Madam, and the Phone Bill, Po’ Boy Blues.
Love me some Sterling Brown, too
Slim Greer and Gwendolyn Brooks
with her Sadie and Maud.
And can I admit it? Edgar Allan Poe...
with his whale of poetic tales
as in ‘The Raven’.
And you know it, who absolutely killed it
Jill Scott’s Nothing is for Nothing.
But, nobody but nobody holds a candlelight to
the high priestess poet, RIP Maya Angelou
on Phenomenal Woman and Still I Rise.
Come on y’all! Tell Me A Poet
that's gonna Rock My Soul!
By the way, and I knew I knew it. I knew I was going to feel ‘You Should Sit Down for This’ by Tamera Mowry-Housley. (Other thoughts here)
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