Sometimes it is necessary to experiment with self-reflection and voices. What emerges is different. I came across the following definition of a poet:-
Poet: A writer or author (The title is usually reserved for writers of good poetry.)
I continued chasing what was meant by 'good poetry' and the bottom line is that it is subjective. In other words in the hands of the receivers so keep writing folks.
The Poet
I have rarely met the poet myself,
as he hides from that place on the shelf,
quite familiar with techniques and forms,
not lacking experience in what performs.
From the Land of the Prince Bishops’,
unfashionably beautiful countryside backup,
plethora of inspiration to generate words,
as plentiful as a murmuration of birds.
A darker view spawns negative feelings,
associated with human dealings,
generating a hackier mood,
the poet may tend to brood.
A walk on the sand or plodgin’ in the sea,
massages the senses to set the poet free,
from any darkening influences,
and bugger the consequences.
But it’s the people that really count,
we need to deal in some amount,
to engage our range of emotions,
and translate the interactions.
The poet finds the equations can be prickly,
leaving the psyche rather sickly,
researching types of avoidance behaviour,
providing alternatives as a saviour.
The natural world provides sanctuary,
in its wealth of colour and variety,
with the uncluttered nature of species,
and their obvious biological abilities.
Looking for dolphins from the pier,
smartly dressed with their superior sneer,
as if aware of human failings,
yet prepared to indulge in occasional savings.
Eating winkles with a pin from a hut on the front,
dodging noisy herring gulls on the hunt,
for scraps falling from our table,
fish ‘n chips the inappropriate staple.
Loving the ebb and flow of sound,
marvelling at power as waves pound,
sighing of relief from sand and pebbles,
as sea recedes gathering for the next battles.
©David L Atkinson October 2024
God Bless
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