to the poet

feed them on the colour of image, make them know.

Lay down lines in provocative fullness

painted in the color of bold; voice,

verisimilitude and vigor

are your brushes.

Take mild emotion, blurred, broken

and anemic, paint it loudly

and drive it far beyond

the quickening clouds.

Define transverse thoughts

as lines of salient senses

and chain them deep within

un-impassioned hearts.

Rise far and beyond any

dull vernacular. Your

lines are of folded steel;

take the head from insipidity.

Then make your words known.

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Reviews

[Shadow]

Well thought out and written. This poem is something all writers here should notice.

Rise far and beyond any
dull vernacular.

I agree.

Nice work.

[michael.c.m]

Thanks, Pen. I think there may be a warrior-poet in all of us, if we can just find our "voice".

[SHEEMA HUQ]

to the painter too? this is so extordinarily good, such an outstandingly crafted poem of a most profoundly invaluable gift of support: encouragment.
superb, thank you Michael.

[michael.c.m]

Perhaps the painter, perhaps all who express. Perhaps the cacophony of ill-will that surrounds all of us can be obliterated by the right combination of words that will finally convince us we must change our ways. I don't know. Thankyou for your comments, Sheema. Be well.

[Abhra]

This is like a call to arms, a roadmap, a promise. And a request too. An inspiring poem. There were many lines that I went over and over. There' magic in " Rise far and beyond any dull vernacular." And then third stanza is simply outstanding. Very well written.

[michael.c.m]

Thankyou, Abhra. - a call to arms, yes. Perhaps a poet-soldier can save us all from ourselves.

[Ed Hart]

i'm trying, i'm trying

[michael.c.m]

your recent posts are great. when I get home I will read them all thoroughly.