Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-05 07:07 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-05 07:07 pm
Sadly...
The words of truth straight out of one mind don't settle well in mine; I hear angst and drama where pain and tragedy should be. I am too much the editor, ever wishing to make over inexperienced words in my own image.
Most offerings of poetry I pass over, avoid, if the words don't settle in my mind and ring clear. If a few awkward notes strike, I skim, and eventually skip.
Angelou, Frost: they cry out loud and strong. Shakespeare. Others. They sing to me with the voice of ages, undimmed.
Other words were only meant for the moment, and ring soft, then fade away. Read again, the bell cracks, the tone is soured. I can't read those words over. They were not meant for me.
Most offerings of poetry I pass over, avoid, if the words don't settle in my mind and ring clear. If a few awkward notes strike, I skim, and eventually skip.
Angelou, Frost: they cry out loud and strong. Shakespeare. Others. They sing to me with the voice of ages, undimmed.
Other words were only meant for the moment, and ring soft, then fade away. Read again, the bell cracks, the tone is soured. I can't read those words over. They were not meant for me.