You know, newspapers? Your grandparents still read 'em, right? No? Oh, your grandparents have I-Pads now. Well, la-di-frickin'-da! That's your inheritance they're spending!
Where was I? Oh yeah. Newspaper comic strips. One day, Josh was taking a look at Mark Trail one day and decided to embrace his inner poet.
It's been a while since I last posted a foray into the world of poetry. (Those posts can be found here and here. God knows why.) But the idea of taking something written as prose and turning into poetry by means of word placement and fun with fonts was intriguing to me. So let's give that a shot.
It does seems to be a bit more... I believe the word I'm searching for is "pretentious".
That is the heavy weight that poetry has to carry around, the idea that poetry has to be something more than simple language. Poetry is not about the weight of language but its power. It's not about the biggest words or the most important words but the right words.
As I have done in the previous two entries on poetry, I like to sample an actual good poem from a good poet. As before, that poet is Robert Frost and today the poem is The Road Not Taken.
I admire Robert Frost's work, including this particular poem although it is not one of my favorites. Perhaps because its the most quoted of Frost's poems. And I have to confess to a sense of impatience with the narrator: for crying out loud, pick a road already!
That The Road Not Taken actually elicits an impatient response from me somewhat underscores the power of the work. After all, if I am not one to take the time to contemplate the choices I make and consider their impact on my life, what does that say about me? And that question speaks to the power of a good poem.
OK, I'm taking a shot at something poetry-like (not counting the silliness from earlier). Let's see how this goes.
Well, I'll say this: It rhymed.
That's that for today's Poetry Corner. Thanks for dropping by. And until next time, be good to one another.
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