Why do we write poetry? [sonnet]
Why do we write poetry? Thought it would make for an interesting discussion. Does anyone want to start?
-- Pragya Thakur
"Why do you live in a house?"
inquired the bear
"why not enjoy
a life beneath the trees?
the pines for instance
seem beyond compare!
out here you'll find
there's lots of birds & bees"
I thanked him cordially for his good intention
and then continued on with this at hand
a house you see I'm building! did I mention
I build it line by line without much plan?
there's happiness in rooms & certainly windows!
(the form of both of those is based on four)
there's comfort in construction! everyone knows
the feelings that appear when melodies soar
& song rounds out into some pert conclusion
& everything makes sense! O sweet illusion!
posted by david raphael israel at 3:01 PM
4 Comments:
What a beautiful answer!
I could actually taste the sweetness of soaring melodies :))
..and oh! did I mention that my house has glass walls..??!!
Beautiful! ...I've no more words... I just read it about 8 times...
:)
Vijayeta,
I'm thrilled by your kind remark. (When so loquacious a writer says this, one must pause & wonder.)
Pincush,
literally -- glass walls? I have noted your blog so titled; this suggests the biogro-blogo-backstory, hmm? I'm vaguely guessing this may be in London (where perhaps birds are not unknown). Wherever it be, here's salutations for sessions of world-peering.
cheers, d.i.
ps! also! btw!
kindly do not fail to note my earlier-blogged work (a week ago):
FLAME & ASH: A Novella in 14 Sonnets
grazie, d.i.
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