What month this is I think I know.
This writing style is apropos;
To honor poetry and those
Like Shakespeare, Dickinson, and Poe.
To celebrate them, I propose,
Before I start my metered throes,
To explicate what separates
A poem from a piece of prose.
Though the two sometimes conflate
(In classifying there’s debate),
It’s elevating words through craft;
Diverse ideas to illustrate.
Shall I compare verse to a summer’s day
Where sunshine meets the cooling ocean’s breeze;
That welcome brilliance after June and May,
And famous fogs that blanket all one sees?
O no! It is an ever-changing thing
Encompassing far more than charm or rhyme.
For poets’ work is making language sing
In tandem they develop over time.
For rhyme is a thing like feathers —
Trips lightly off the tongue —
And yet — it would be out of place —
In certain types of work —
Poets of Japan
Measured their metric footfalls
Sunlight through water.
[isn’t this dada-ish]
unto wordy gurdy
quips in twee
playful silly spilling
look assonance and rhyming
infernal vernal spree
I will arise and point out, your appetite to whet,
Some of our local poets, of fame and firestorm made
Though you may love perusing, you may prefer to that,
Reciting from your own books of writings in coffehouses warm:
Rebecca’s on a Tuesday, or Monday at Lestat’s,
Point Loma, where Lazy Hummingbirds swarm.
We will arise and go out, for anywhere we are,
We hear those words like music from poets new and past;
While reading at the beaches or driving in a car.
Life’s delicate, but words will last.
I have written
in the style
not my own
you are probably
it was delicious
Works parodied (in order of appearance):
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
”Hope” is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson
Haiku of Matsuo Bashō
[hist whist] by E. E. Cummings
The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats
This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams