Theme: Poetry

About Poetry

What is it about poetry that catches
One unawares! - long after sights and sounds

Have piled up in a heap, that what redounds

In memory are the hasty dispatches,

Flight notes assembling certain form that hatches

The meaning - ah, this! - truth alone compounds.

In life, a principle that falsehood hounds;

In poetry, no less, the trends it matches

Rephrase life; otherwise, nothing to say;

That words are cupped hands round the sacred flame

That burns eternal: fire not of their making,

But revealing, not this, but being clay

To; as Christ spoke of stones that would proclaim

Him should the crowd be silenced, voice taking.


More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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