Sometimes poems leap to mind. Not often though. More often is the urge to have a poem for a purpose. Sometimes the purpose is an event to celebrate or commemorate. Sometimes the purpose is to frame a thought that can't really be handled in a lesser form. Anyway, over the years I have written a few and though I might regret it, I'm going to let you suffer some of them too. Feel free to cringe.
The poems presented on these few pages are
A few years ago, and long after I started trying to jazz up words, I came across Poetry Ink, a now defunct e-magazine for creative writers - poetry and prose - and now accessible as e-text. I thought most of the stuff was awful. I couldn't read it: couldn't find any rythm, rhyme or reason to read it. But I tried. I was rewarded by their publishing a critique or Writing Rant by Calvin Xavier which included a strong recommendation for a couple of books; Rhyme's Reason (by John Hollander) and The Triggering Town (by Richard Hugo). I took the recommendation to heart and bought those books. Light, understanding and a renewed faith in the continuing existence of poets ensued.
The books explained the difference between poetry and verses. Explained rythm structures. Suggested ways to improve poems. Pointed out that it was hard work; that nearly stopped me, but not quite, as you can see.
If words are like light, oft bright enough to dazzle
Smart poems, daft poems
The tyro poet tried and tried
"I've never seen a tortoise with a silver tongue before..."