Standing on a StanzaA Poem by ajI refrain from writing any poems nowadays - and this is the last one I wrote a year and a half ago. It's about a particular person who helped shape my life.
Standing on a stanza
caught between an epic and a sonnet
lies the words without rhymes
(or fanciness)
teetering and crumbling
like a skyscraper
are your metaphors
pulling me in/pushing me away
poetic without intention
blunt without remorse
yet nevertheless
You are real
the sirens sing
the anaphora euphoric
and all the imagery in the world
couldn’t make you more beautiful.
The worst thing about a poem
lies within the timing
as you cannot beat a poem
out of nothing
it must flow/It must ignite
tacked with meaning: joined with truth
personified to hell and back
all of the sake of understanding
poetry is stated life
not imitated, not artificial
truth without the wrappings/the ribbons
You are stated life.
Harsh, distant, abrasive is a poem
(much like you)
the way you hold nothing back
but hold everyone away
(Poetry as you) this is the task:
slip in, say what you must,
then go – just go
and don’t return
Unless
Unless it’s Necessary
and yet
emotion stirs/leaks/dribbles
masquerading as some horrid simile
but stunning all the same
(You as poetry)
has none of the answers
but provides all the questions
to ideas never conjured
Standing on a stanza
caught between an epic and a sonnet
You are my poem
And I, the poet.
© 2009 ajAuthor's Note
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