Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
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The Poetry Corner
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If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you. |
Nobody has yet framed a dentition of the poet that can apply to every writer of poetry. But ideally it can be said that he is not unlike other men: he is like many different men, and separated from them only by an abnormally developed power of speech.
While no one, however hard he applies himself, can be sure of becoming a poet, which is another way of saying poets are born not made.
Our poem this week is from Dave Jordan of the Ballinlough Writers Group in Cork, Dave is an imaginative poet who writes humane and moving poetry. Here is a fine example of his work.
Fragments
I like to smell the fragrant ink first,
A ritual before reading.
Then turning the leaves engenders tiny zephyrs,
Words exhaled from the West
And I am spellbound by this
Cool mint magic,
This slim slate of joy,
This clean, smooth slice of Paradise.
"Who would have thought such a
Small thing could take over, occupy
My thoughts and dreams like a
Floating, stellar parade?"
The druid replied "it is the price of
Dreaming, to be crowded so.
That dreaming wisdom you longed for is
Yours.
Did you think you could get it for free?
Untouched?
Not so.
"Now go forth and help restore the
Lost art.
The dreaming wisdom is yours."
And with that he left me
Thinking about the lost art and what
It could possibly mean.
And then I picked up my pen and,
Slowly, I began to spell.
© Dave Jordan
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