The Poetry Corner 3 edition Volume 1

I’ve wiped the slate clean, all that came before relegated to the archives of comment, words, worlds of thought and emotion, to be reviewed from time to time so that we remember where we have come from, to remind us of where we are going.  Soon there will be new words and thoughts and emotions, dribbled out upon this page for you to peruse at your leisure.  I hope you have enjoyed the journey so far and continue down the road with me a while longer.

I’ve been neglecting this personal endeavor of mine and I feel I owe those of you who check back often an apology.  I will not offer reason, excuse or argument to defend my lack of attention here, I will only place singular importance upon bringing to you more poets and poems that continue to inspire me and encourage me.

Having taken some small time to peruse the potential up and coming poets of the aether I find I am not disappointed.  Both “Open Letter to a Girl” and (incidentally enough) “letter” are wonderfully amazing pieces of poetic art.  Both poems speak of a meeting lost in history with longing and melancholy earned with the hard lessons of life.

OK, I’ve really been letting this slip by my attention again and I’m sorry.  I hope you will accept my apologies.  Today I tapped back into some of the energy that helps me write and felt pretty good about that.  I posted up a poem and thought I might check up on what people are writing or at least posting to there blogs today in the way of poetry when I came across, “My body…  …a canvas,” and I was pleasantly surprised.  Normally I have to spend a good amount of time to find a poem that really resonates with me, and I have to admit, at the onset of the poem I was not all that impressed, however, as it progressed so did my opinion of the poem.  iD eClipSe states something I’ve always believed rather simply in the poem.  We are all individuals that share many similarities and we should celebrate our differences because that is what really makes life beautiful.

Having done little in the way of searching for new and interesting poets, I made a foray into the land of possibilities to see what others have been posting as far as poetry goes.  Last night I stumbled upon two Poets who caught and gripped my mind with there words, even while I was succumbing to sleep.  While the “Proper Grammar of Him” is anything but proper grammar, it grabbed me and encouraged me to sit, think and ponder the words for a time.  Having stumbled into the “Melancholy Meadow of Willows,” I find myself pleasantly surprised by the intriguing use of words, breaks, and concepts.

Onward and upward I continued my search and found two great poems by a wonderful poet.  “The Silence Between the Seconds” spoke softly of coming “Closer” and getting to know the Silence.  And so I embarked upon a journey through the site and found another wonderful poem, “Against the Music,” that spoke of music and harmony, of struggle and captivity, and of slavery.  Silence speaks of a slavery to music, specifically a beat, with a melancholic tone that gripped me by my heart and engendered in me a desire to sell my self to a song.

July 5th, 2009

~ by An Imperfect Servant on 07/05/2009.