The universe sings a magical tune
as mystic lights leads us through the night
and our dreamtime companions guide us on our way.
As yet, untitledI swept out the corners of my mind todayAs yet, untitled by tinasam
In short shallow strokes
Not knowing if the dust disturbed my life
Or if my life disturbed the dust.
Poetry Basics: BrevityBrevity: n. the quality of expressing much in few words.Poetry Basics: Brevity by LiliWrites
When I was in tenth grade, I took my first literature course. It was a six week exploration of poetry. The first poem my teacher showed us was Ezra Pound's In a Station of the Metro:
The apparition of faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
I, in all of my 16-year-old knowledge of the intricacies of what poetry is, informed my teacher that those two lines were not a poem.
"You don't think so?"
"No. They don't rhyme, they are just one metaphor, and did I mention they're only two lines?"
She sure showed me.
Importance in Poetry
Pound's poem is considered such a great work because he inserts several layers into a single image. Using only 13 words he evokes an entire painting within the reader's mind. You can hear the sounds of the trains, see the fatigue of a mother wrestling with her cranky toddler,
I have an image in my mind..
Current Residence: In my imaginary worlds.
Favourite style of art: Almost everything
Skin of choice: Purple
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