I chalked white thoughts upon the blackened slate,
Then watched as peers and teachers tried to find
My sense of sanity exposed in eight
The syllables of tetrameter rhyme.
Da-dum, Da-dum, my brain had sung and still
All reason for my words were quickly lost,
That stallion stood alone upon the hill
My courage stood first test of who was boss.
“It’s nice,” she said, then breathed a lengthy pause,
As I sat thinking of the time I‘d spent -
To make my verse conform to all her laws
While metaphor stood test of her consent.
My simple words erased and long since gone
And yet that sense for what I meant goes on ...
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Author notes
This poem was a contest entry to remember back to the time, when as child, I was first introduce to poetry.
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Exquisitely Extraordinary...
Outstanding academic lesson on poetics that can be used by all the Master of Creative Writing courses given by the great majority of the Universities of today's fashion, but most important and principally, a guidance in poetics for all those intending to learn the major art known as Poetry.
Much gratitude to the author of "My Simple Words..." for sharing this flower that diffuses the scent of art and knowledge.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU -
..while metaphor stood test of her consent...
Joy, this metaphor has really won all the tests! I think it is a very deep poem and answering some questions about life. I admire poets who can transmit so much message within a verse or two. Thank you! Ulla xx
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