Put Away Your Pen

One loses track of the beauty of poetry under such
Circumstances as these.  The sun's shining brightly.
It's warm, but not hot.  The trees' leaves, new grown,
Are a riot of green, and the fields in the distance
Are dark.  It has rained.  How much more would
A melody, made out of words, made coherent,
Enhance what already is here, and how gravely
Would gimmicky seminar nonsense or doggerel,
Injure a glorious day?  The question is fair.
Does today warrant poetry?  Possibly not.  Nature
Shines on its own, and the words of the halt
And the lame and the precious serve only
To tarnish its sheen.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-16 at 01:19

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
hehehe... I like this :) I hear you on what the words are saying, but they say it so stunningly beautifully in poetry to describe it. You definitely didn't tarnish anything of this moment at all! Seriously good, have a huge smile on my face, thanks.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I could agree with arquious more, Lawrence. This is a masterpiece.
I encourage others to read it several times and value the hand behind the pen that transposed those thoughts onto paper.

When the "pen is put down" if can feel like losing poetry at a criminal rate but realise hopefully not too late that it is at those times that we live and breath in poetry and the 'larger' poem of life. In reality this cannot be contained or reflected in all their aspect and beauty by mere words. But either way, we make do, pen up or pen laid down. In my heart, every day warrants poetry if I see that every day is poetry, droll or otherwise. And sometimes my poetry serves "to tarnish its sheen." Masterfully expressed. A joy to read and mull over, Lawrence. Thoroughly enjoyed. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.