PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sometimes poetry appears like a musician in a restaurant playing ragtime, boogie woogie or sad violin.  Classical guitar plays to keep the ears snappy.  Sometimes it appears like rock & roll or rhythm & blues.  But whatever goes, the beat always careens in accord with harmonious spirt.  It appears and it goes away. 

Poetry is always elusive; always this far out of the way thing.  It’s cute at times but it appears on a toilet stall wall or a greeting card.  Even TV commercials at times appear as poetry.  Evening news can be poetic if not painful.  It turns up again and again.  This poetry is making a guest appearance on the late show.  It bops to reggae and appears through the lips of Jah.  It rallies behind Buddha on a rainy afternoon. 

Poetry appears to be eternal though always fragile and misunderstood.  Sometimes it’s a pain in the ass when poetry appears.  Like when you want to go to sleep and poetry shows up and keeps you awake.  That sucks!  It can appear when flubbing a date dancing at a show.  It is everywhere and that is a scary thought.  It appears in Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell and even in Louis Reed.  Sometimes, once in a rare while, it even appears in my very own mind. . .