Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page

It is forever an actual truth that there's not much money in poetry. It is equally an eternal truth there is absolutely no poetry in money and so most poets practice the art for love and not for pay.

One only has to look at the many other ways famous poets have found to support themselves financially.

But would poetry be the art we love if there were a lot of money in it?

Poets who glory in writing alone, answering only to themselves and their inspiration would they really want poetry to be more like the film arts, expensive to produce, lucrative, and therefore surrounded by the pressures of investors and popularization? I doubt it!

"A poem"

A distant aroma lifts my stem
a framed reminder of her,
the morning dew of growth no longer at my side
the future so frightening and shy,
I long for time to fly
to laugh the day away in the warm sunshine
for happiness again to be mine,
So proud to dance with her in the dream laden earth
too beautiful for the jealous rose
so serene every creature cried
longing to join our tranquil embrace
to breath the air of a living thing,
For just one moment to be full alive,
I listen for the music of her wings
to open my shaded head
the petaled pity locked away against time.

She will return again sometime,
my beautiful summer butterfly.

© Aidan Lynch