I laughed out loud when I saw this Bing-search on my blog;
what is the point of a poetry-blog? someone asked
I hope when they find out they let me know😉
Below, part of my poetry-collection...
...this poetry-thing has been going on for a long time
but at the end of the day we still are not quite sure what to do with it;
especially in this day and age where poem-books are not on the Best-seller list
but rather perhaps on the Best cellar list😊
Still, art has never been done for the money of it but rather for the love it
and I suppose a poetry-blog is one way to share the love!
There is no money in poetry
and no poetry in money!
Most publishers care more about the money than the poetry
for obvious reasons so what does one do with poetry?!
From fathoms hung upon the air
As old as faceless Father Time
With seasoned hope and common care
The poet spins her winsome rhyme
And paints upon parchment-terrain
Scenes soft and oft somewhat surreal
For troubadour
cannot contain
The ink that poets
think and feel
Emotion’s oceanic crest
Is hard to harbour in the heart
The crash and surge of urge and quest
Ah, some must wrestle into art
Where skin and bone alone are small
For we are all mere mortal men
But what, after the
madrigal
Makes worth the
call of ink and pen
A poem seals upon a page
Time’s places, faces soon forgot
It sets upon thought’s open stage
The crashing sea, a flower-pot
It tugs at years and sets them free
It kindles fires with a spark
And stirs a tender melody
Where silence would be cold and dark
The poet, none can quite explain
Her heart and soul, thirst-cursed and blessed
Her Task-Master asks her to strain
And garner from life’s worst it best
But after thought has spilled its reel
(Heart-pieces for the world to see)
Remains this plain, age-old appeal
What does one do with poetry?
© Janet Martin
