On a sleepy afternoon in bed would you read a poem?

21 11 2009

I have been looking for poems in blogs and found myself wondering: is poetry the pastime of elitists and lovers? It appears to me that poetry is not something people are really ‘into’ these days. When do we really read poetry? Other than in school as part of Sinhala or English literature. Did we ever read it as a leisure activity? As something to do on a rainy day in bed? Would you go looking for well-written poems in cyberspace or go to the well-known classics? Would you have sent this poem to a friend as good reading material, however beautiful you think it is? Would you think of sending this to your beloved as a gift? All these questions whirl around in my mind as I look for poems in blogs.

And now, I wonder why – as a generation – we are not ‘into’ poetry. Is it because good poems are hard to find, especially on blogs? Is it because poetry is considered the posh marginal in literature – people think it is sublime, but not many read it. It is not fiction, which lives on the preoccupations of lives. Is it because many people feel that writing – and reading – poems is a deeply personal thing, at a level that fiction isn’t? That it is something to do when in love and in pain?

Sugar

Smooth
on
my fingers.
Soft
in
my mouth.
Swirl
my tongue
around.
Dissolve
in
my mouth.

 

You.

 

Waiting

 

I know myself now

That I shall wait

As I have waited,

as I will always wait.

Patiently, patiently,

As the earth, as the sky.

Patient as water I will wait.

Patient as death.

It makes no difference

Where I go or what I do.

I know after all this time

That there is no time.

Still I wait and wait.

And whatever happens,

whatever I may look back upon

when its all over

I know that there is no end

no beginning.

Nothing but me and you

And the times I wait

between.

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7 responses

23 11 2009
varad

Although i find poetry beautiful, i sometimes get a sense that some poetry is pretentious…and the people appreciating it are trying too hard. I also think it has a snoot factor, kind of showing off like i read and i know! But in today’s age of instant text messaging i have found one wonderful form of poetry that i love: Haiku.
Here is my attempt:

“The stench of an Indian bathroom
permeates the airport
thankfully my transit is short!”

I am not sure this is really haiku, but it does have the mandated 3 sentences and speaks of a feeling! Any haiku lovers out there?
so yes, i would read (and write) poetry on a sleepy afternoon in bed. I also think that some love songs i have heard and actually poetry set to music….

23 11 2009
vatura

How about this?

Poetry

I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond
all this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one
discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise
if it must, these things are important not because a
high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but
because they are useful.

When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible,
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we
do not admire what we cannot understand: the bat
holding on upside down or in quest of something to
eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf
under a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse that
feels a flea, the baseball fan, the statistician –
nor is it valid to discriminate against ‘business documents and
school-books’; all these phenomena are important.

One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence
by half poets, the result is not poetry,
nor till the poets among us can be ‘literalists of
the imagination’- above insolence and triviality and can present
for inspection, ‘imaginary gardens with real toads in them’, shall
we have it. In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand,
the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and
that which is on the other hand genuine,
you are interested in poetry.

Marianne Moore

25 11 2009
L G

@varad

I love Haiku 😉

Our quickening pace
moves me to a place beyond
all thought and reason

I didn’t write that..Just got it from this blog. http://geekporngirl.com/haiku/

U can read more there.

26 11 2009
varad

LG – write some of your own and do share please! thanks for the link!

26 11 2009
L G

I try haiku. But I doubt if my attempts are good.
Here i share some of my old writings 😉

Paris sun shine
you are sleeping on my shoulder-
stop the time

A heart in pieces
I am holding tight in my hands-
snow is red

27 11 2009
Vak

Oh I like the second haiku by LG. Snow is red reminds me of Starry starry night, the song.

1 12 2009
theresiahalim

Love this poem. And fyi, on a sleepy afternoon in bed, i will read a poem.

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