The Freedom of 'ART'
I think
Poetry has Power:
the definitive Art of Words.
Perhaps a siren song of tonal syllables
running music through the mind;
an elusive vision caught with inspired imagery;
or a bold reality wrenched into reason;
But especially the seductive expansion
of metaphysical meaning
whether deliberate or not.
I think
we taste and test the value of an apt word
precise phrase - a compelling line -
as it surfs the deeps of our minds
seeking shorelines not yet explored:
perhaps to gently lisp upon easy sands -
boldly to slash through twisted roots -
or to scale gruff cliffs.
However approached, our 'island' is breached.
A poem can be greatly feared
by 'thought-police'.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
November, 2015
Harry O'Neill
Fri 27th Nov 2015 21:23
A fine tribute to your - and our - particular art Cynthia!
In particular I like the way that middle stanza uses words:
`compelling` `surfs` `deeps` `lipse` (how scarce that one is nowadays)...`slash``gruff``etc; which awaken the feel of
sound. (and in doing so demonstrate what you mean).
Your poem recalls, sound, imagery, rhythm, (even warning)
I`m glad you decided to post it.