Iamb I Said

Thoughts on writing poetry

Iamb I Said

Life presses on, in constant beat,
so tragically absurd.
A whirling universal thought,
reduced to written word.

Prose buttons up in drab attire
with grammar cut and dried,
while poesy strips away the veil,
exposing what's inside.

Make rhythmic rhyme or draw a blank,
a quip inside a card.
Committed acts of poetry,
well versed in all regard.

Heart's soaring joy or grief's abyss,
we struggle to explain.
Emotion overflows the page,
too vast to be contained.

With cryptic words we forge a key,
unlock that hidden door.
A poem should grasp at unseen truth,
or what's a metaphor?

Author's note: ▶︎

"Ah but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a Heaven for?"

I love this line. It's from the poem Andrea del Sarto by Robert Browning


1st Place Round 107 Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest

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Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest   (E) A Contest for Metrical Rhyming Poetry. #2055137 by Brenpoet

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