March has been a good month for me poetically. I have completed a dozen, about half of which I think will still appeal to me once the glow of recent composition wears off.
Finding people who appreciate (much less love) poetry isn't easy. Even I don't enjoy as much as I want to. Like opera, I knew it was supposed to be fabulous, but hadn't taken the time to understand it. But I'm getting there.
Below are three poems that have stemmed from my effort to be more aware of the poetry around me, if you will.
The first poem concerns my annoyance with The Avatar Complex or, as en karin puts it, "the perpetration of ignorance."
Better Off Benighted
Ah noble savage! When he found his way
(According to the historian’s lay)
To heights divine as sacred night and day,
Our miracles are nothing in the light
Of the noble savage’s ancient night
Remove the scales from your old modern sight!
You’d be better off benighted,
To dark ringing heights alighted.
March 2, 2011 - Inspried by Poetic Asides’ Wednesday Prompt 125
I hope I'm not being indelicate when I post this next, more humorous poem:
Sniff
Deodorant is a gift from above!
It allows woman any man to love;
And saves our large American noses
From what isn’t quite the scent of roses.
Sports fans without worry games may attend
For their stout senses nothing shall offend—
Well, unless someone forgetful forgot
To mask what’s far far far grosser than snot.
That merry invention blesses us still
That of fresh air I can now get my fill.
March 20, 2011
The last piece is a bit of found poetry (of sorts) that I caught while making myself breakfast.
I’m Sorry
We have to work for everything,
Work, work, even if you’re gifted,
It’s all the same:
“I’m sorry, this box
Is not an instant winner.”
March 25, 2011
The above shows much improvement over the poetry I wrote at age 17, but that doesn't mean it comes half as naturally as I would like. Therefore, I invite constructive criticism positive and negative.
