TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD
poets
are pirates
we take everything—
one’s look
and one’s smile
and the way that one sings,
one’s gestures,
one’s postures,
the sound of one’s laugh
and none sees us take it
like a flash photograph,
but take it we will,
absorb it, distill
it, until
we’ve made it our own
and the essence
of personhood
shines in a poem
Posted for
Open Link Monday
at the writers' group
Imaginary
Garden
withReal
Toads
19 comments:
Yes, we poets do tend to capture moments exactly like a photographer captures a picture and, if we are lucky, we can transfer them into pictures in words.
Lovely. Great photographs too.
very true Kay.we are like empty vessels waiting for others' thoughts/emotions to fill our minds.
I never thought of seeing poets this way....in a way, I "suck" everything around me to write ~
Happy day to you~
Heaven
http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.ca/2012/03/field-of-green.html
poets are pirates!!! arrggh, i'm totally taking that on today. and tomorrow. maybe forever! thanks, kay :)
How very well you describe a poet's art. We are pirates.. I like that about us.. a band of cut-throat robbers, and pilferers of other people's stuff.
You expressed in this poem what I ponder - often. How much of the poetry I read comes from a place deep inside the writer. No matter the subject, the prompt ... I know mine does. The essence of personhood. Pirates all!
I love your description of what we poets do.. :)
Kay, this is just wonderful! So true!
Oh I love that pirate idea! Can I steal it? hee hee! Just kidding!
Kay, you have captured the essence of poetic license - and of poetry writing... I love it!
How cool...poets as pirates. Very true! Nicely written.
I never thought of poets are pirates before...very creative ~
Good poem, and so true, too!
Like teachers and artists of every ilk, all the world is ours for the taking, remaking, sharing, comparing. Lucky us!
Yes, we are sneaky like that!
How delightful! This is much fun.
I've been too busy outside to write much, despite your inspiration...
Greetings from Cottage Country!
mhm... just. like. that.
absorb, fiddle, spit it out through your own teeth, in the shape of your own internal organs.
What a fun poem! And shiver me timbers, I'm quite happy to be a pirate :) Now, where did I put that bottle of rum?
Poets are pirates... this is an AMAZING idea! I really enjoyed this.
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