At one moment split
At another I’m whole
While an ongoing battle
Rages in my soul
Is this too much for me?
I sometimes think so
But at others the fight in me
Screams out “hell no”
It’s a torture of sorts
A test, this is sure
But one I must face
For relief to secure
Now knowing all this
What do I do from here?
I do not run from the world
But rather destroy my fear
To say Dan Brook enjoys art would be understating things to an extreme degree. While he works primarily as a political science professor in California, he also has engaged in a series of projects doing everything from photography to writing literature.
One of his really unique writings is a publication entitled “Daydreaming in Kyoto” which is mentioned on his Smashwords page as showing “this magical city through evocative and provocative haiku and photographs.”
Check it out when you have a chance.
If you are a poetry fan and from the Pittsburgh area, chances are you might know Ann Curran for her work. She’s been writing for publications and putting out poems in the region for several years. This is the first book of her’s that I have had the pleasure to read and thus I wanted to take the time to give credit where it is due.
The book includes more than 100 poems with a variety of themes and styles. Some are very intense while others come off as whimsical or even a bit comedic in nature. All are penned in a literary form that showcases simplicity but still somehow manages to present readers with a lot of description and and keep them engaged.
The author moves between formats as that in some cases she uses rhyme while in others it’s more of a free verse style.
All in all, I enjoyed it and would say it’s well worth checking out for any fan of the poetic arts.
You can find this book on Amazon or get it though your favorite bookseller.
Newest poem entitled Bearing Down
The cold iron bearing down
Upon my tightening flesh
Presenting the subtle cracking echo
Of deteriorating ribs
Breath now growing heavy
Heart pounding as a hammer
A feeling unknown
To those who live in bliss
But for us here
And for us now
Each day we know the ache
That only this conveys
This is my latest poem and I hope you like it.
The canvas set before the stars
A color palette ever pure
New revisions with each moment
Pastels to long endure
Perfect in it’s simplicity
Yet detailed beyond compare
The sky lit by sunlight
With colors oh so fare
Never has there been
A piece of art so grand
From and sea or ocean
To any edge of land
When people first hear the word poetry…
beside the notion of eloquent language and the concept of emotional sensitivity coming to mind, they might often think about this form of literature as being filled with rules and structural regulations.
While classically poetry has had it’s share of rigidity and intense structure, this is not always necessarily the case. For example, slam poetry would probably drive someone from the Renaissance era insane.
Personally, I believe that good poetry is not so much about structure and form as it is about emotion and the ability to convey a concept not easily stated in any other way. Hence the reason that I, and many others, do not always follow the so-called rules.
First and foremost, poetry is an art and as such should not be constrained. We all need to have our own rules to some extent.
My personal rules and guidelines
1. I either use rhyme or not. It seems clumsy and awkward to switch between the two in the same poem.
2. When I use rhyme, I tend to rhyme in a pattern of matching up either the first and third/second and fourth lines or a stanza of lines one and two then three and four.
3. I generally write 3-5 line stanzas
4. Modern free verse has always been a great stylistic friend
5. I rarely punctuate except for emphasis with a question mark or exclamation point or to separate items in a series with a comma
I figure hey, what the heck? After all, E.E. Cummings was known for his unorthodox and grammatically flexible style while the great William Shakespeare literally made up hundreds if not thousands of words.
Courtesy of Wikipedia
Here’s my newest poem. It’s a little dark but I hope you like it.
We all have our skeletons
Held back by closet doors
But there’s no need to fear
As they are bones
And nothing more