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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

The truth about poetry

I have no poetry
in me;
What you see is vented steam.
It tells you nothing
about me;
I try and keep it clean
(No one ought to see
the muck leading to creation).

I have no poetry:
I simply honour the tradition
of lying in blank verse.

I try and keep it terse
as I betray sentiment, through syllable
schemes of a workable rhythm.

Poetry is but the terrible
silence after a scream.

Poetry is but let-off steam;

Read nothing into it;
Seek nothing in it.

[Another attempted jawaab. This one is better... yes?]

(C) Annie Zaidi, Jan 2005

4 Comments:

Blogger zigzackly said...

Just trying to make me look bad, no? Like two excellent jawaabs and i still haven't got one.

:(

4/2/05 22:51  
Blogger Ami Tuft said...

"poetry is just the silence after a scream" - whoa! what a powerful image. I like.

Ami

8/2/05 01:52  
Blogger Trigger said...

Nice!

4/5/05 08:35  
Blogger CAT said...

You say "Read nothing into it;
Seek nothing in it." ...and that compels me to do just the opposite!

Silence of words after screams of disorder?

10/2/09 00:28  

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