What Poetry Means To Me
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 62)
copyright 12-12-2004
Age Rating: 7 to 127
This is an essay, a response to a journalist
We talk to the world those who claim to be poets. In our minds the wonder of the word is in the image and feel created.
Voice and smooth lets the mind escape to places only where the dreams live. Like a lyre in days of old playing to the words to comfort the beast.
Each heart grasps contentment. Poetry is a bonding agent. It takes the reality and blends it into need, freedom and a mode of expression that allows emotion to flow and take each person from the world in which they live to the world where their soul will go. Historical forms and groupings to guide and instruct each of us in the presentation add to the mystic. It is however; mind-vision and the heart-felt desire that makes the page come alive and sing to the audience.
For me poetry has become a way to share knowledge gained. Challenge all thought process, give message from young to old, share what I can see, report, and taste every aspect of being alive. Convert all to a communication form that allows each person to take away only what they need at that particular point in their life. I let the words surround me listen to the beauty of their presence, the music created, escape to rest and peace.
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I love this, and wish it could have been entered in my recent content on art and literature. It's beautifully expressed. I love the last line-- how you let the created words, themselves, stop to enjoy their own beauty and being.
You did indeed capture the essence of a poets view.The expression of emotion is such a generous gift we i believe we have all received
Your toughts were beautifully written.
This is so good it should be put to music. You have captured the essence of what it means to be a poet.
Poets look at the world around them and actually see it, taste it, feel it, and above all live it. We see magic in the beat of a birds wing or the sound of waves breaking.
I feel pity for those who dont.
Many thanks, Brian