Poetry as Art

Ancient concept

Words tumbling onto papyrus,

Parchment,

Whirling through patterns,

Rhythms,

Sometimes rhymes;

Thoughts

Wondrous, profound,

Scenes sensual,

Significant,

Life.

—-

Blind, broad-shouldered

Homer

Anchoring Shakespeare

Burns, Eliot, Frost

Et. al.

Wide world wordsmiths

Audible artists

Who tantalize the tongue

To lick

The language

Trippingly

Aloud

For ears through the ages–

Mankind eternal!

—-

Yet here I hang,

Solitary poem

On a gallery wall—

Verbal intruder

Amid oils evocative,

Watercolors whimsical,

The solidity of sculpture.

—-

The lady in charge

Puttering,  straightening

Glances at me,

Rubbing her rag slowly

Across my frame,

Whispering

As I pretend not to hear:

“No one reads anymore.”

And

Delicately

dusting,

moves on.

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You may contact Bruce Roberts at brobe60491@sbcglobal.net.