“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
– Robert Frost
This quote captures the drive behind poetry as a medium in a clear and elegant way. Brevity is, as they say, the soul of wit.
“Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
– Robert Frost
Like all great poetry, the true weight behind this work only shows itself after reading it in full. Through that crucial final repetition, the ending invites further thought and consideration. Alongside its clear metre and rhyming scheme, this poem tends to leave an impression.
René Magritte; Le poison.
All those souls in ivory towers
Down their nose they look – at whom?
Let them judge and fear and cower
Gazing from within their tombs.
When night descends, welcomes us back
and hides us from the planet’s eyes
When our movements none can track
and we are left with empty skies
There’s naught I’d rather do that night
Than sit and stay a million hours
Feel the glow and feel the power
Among the stars and in your light.
Like the ransom notes of old, this assignment required the assembly of a poem from cutouts.
Assembled exclusively from TIME Magazine covers; arranged digitally.
As it says on the tin, a short apology to someone who shall remain unnamed.
I came and I went, and this was fine
I went and never came back; this was not.
Forgive me for never thinking to ask you forgiveness.
Acrostic poem using the letters in the word Poetry.
Press pen to paper
Open your mind
take some Time
let it Rest
what comes out is Yours
As filled in according to the handout guidelines given in lesson one.
Cool, calm, collected, contemplative,
Product of society,
Lover of Earth, space, and the human condition,
Who feels peace within trepidation,
Who needs a time and a place to himself,
Who fears the end of anything and/or everything,
Who would like to see the world while it lasts, and its people while they persist,
Am a resident of the pale blue dot,
Welcome you to my poem.
Being the blog of Fred, student number 0875471 at the Rotterdam University of Applied Sciences, made for the second-year class of Responsive Reading.