Style over content

Style over content

A Poem by Beccy

The meter,' said Peter, 'is paramount
when perfecting and primping a poem,
it should go with a flow, like - so la ti do
with rhapsodic refrains in a row.'

'So you clearly like rhyme with a reason,'
mused Cedric - full bearded - and Zen,
'And dull keyboards and screens
are the tools of your dreams,
whereas I am still notebook and pen;
and I don't know a strophe from a spondee,
or whether sonnet or septet is best,
and adonic and dactyl and pantoum
leave me confused and poetically stressed.
'But I know a good poem when I see one,
a few lines - or a grand classic ode,
'tis a journey that transports the reader
whether Shakespeare or verse a la mode.'

And whilst tea and digestives were summoned
the discussion waged heated and loud,
on the merits (or not,) and of who gave a jot
as to what was correct or allowed.
But one thing was agreed as the moon rose
and they parted the bestest of friends ;
that the magic of words is what matters
and where poets take you with their pens.

© 2015 Beccy



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This is a rolling great write Beccy. Concerning rhyme and meter, I have always thought the greatest forms were always the ones you could read and love then discover later that they were strict without appearing so. Which is part of want I think you are alluding to. It's a pleasure to read you as always.

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Returned and still agree as before!

Posted 2 Months Ago


See, this is what I've missed.
Peter with the meter.
Cedric and Zen.
Poem and pen.
Going for my tea and digestives now.


Posted 2 Months Ago


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Brilliant............ and now to work, the building sites call, aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Oh Brill! Love it.
And you are right .. it's what the poem does to the reader that matters. But there is such a huge 'goody bag' of what you can do with poetry with so many 'rules' and 'methods' that the poet can pick and choose, and can have great fun! (as you have done so superbly in this poem>)

Posted 2 Months Ago


This poem was a delight Beccy. It not only describes what a poem should achieve, but pursues its aim through gentle humour along with a teasing reference to technical terms that encourages further "study". It made the whole poem last over an hour for me. :-)
Norman

Posted 2 Months Ago


I believe that art--any kind of art--should be such that anyone can enjoy it without being "schooled". Nature is the master, and we don't need sunsets or flowers explained to us, for their beauty is as drinkable as our own mother's milk. Rules are fine and often essential, but as they apply to writing, "The magic of the words is what matters". Often, I feel like I must be of a different species when I see poems on this site that make my head hurt, while others fawn over them. I'm no poetry authority, but know what I like, and see that you skillfully write words with meaning.

Posted 2 Years Ago


This is terrifically rhythmic and flows beautifully. The rhyming scheme is equally polished and the whole thing has a classically poetic feel to it. A very entertaining piece of writing but it also has something to say. There is witty amusement along the way, from both the humour as well as the clever use of language, bent and twisted magically to meet the poem's needs.
It is the magic of words indeed that matters, and the words here take you on a funfair ride through the wily scribblings of its author.
Excellent.

PS and I don't know or care too much what a spondee is, or even what the entities known as dactyl, adonic and pantoum have at all to do with anything outside of the pretentious vocabulary of a critic!

Posted 2 Years Ago


A very beautiful vivid inner discussion and point of view. You are absolutely right, the magic of the word is what matters :) after all.....this entire world was created from a first word....

Posted 2 Years Ago


The magic of words and I love the jot and the places of pens.
I so love a transporter and the company

Posted 2 Years Ago


'and I don't know a strophe from a spondee,
or whether sonnet or septet is best,'

Oh, I think you do.

Such a clever, clever poem. T

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom



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I'm forty one, single and have a lovely eleven year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I had never really been inclined to share my writing until .. more..

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