Poetry about poetry, or Ars Poetica.
Gasping at Sunbeams
Writers in attics,
finders of words,
capturing moments
that flutter with birds
away in the skies,
intense butterflies
gasping at sunbeams,
telling no lies,
wanting the essence,
of how things might be:
form, rhythm, lyrics,
formal or free;
the significance,
the elements,
of poetry.
Polly Stretton © 2022
05/07/2016 at 18:33
Lovely!
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05/07/2016 at 18:48
Thank you, glad you found it of interest 🙂
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05/07/2016 at 18:33
Gasping… and sometimes grasping at sunbeams… how true!
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05/07/2016 at 18:44
Thanks Marina – they’re tricky to catch sometimes 🙂
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05/07/2016 at 18:38
I love how writers and poets find the “essence” of existence. They express this through words, beautifully written. I enjoyed this very much! 🙂
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05/07/2016 at 18:47
Thank you – so pleased to see you enjoyed this 🙂
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05/07/2016 at 18:43
The photograph is beautiful, Polly! 🙂
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05/07/2016 at 18:47
…and I don’t have a clue where it came from or I’d acknowledge it…
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05/07/2016 at 22:36
Just found the image and managed to acknowledge it *phew* 😀
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05/07/2016 at 19:14
Polly, the GiRL’S GOT RHYTHM! Thank you, that was fun!
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05/07/2016 at 22:25
Oh well done .
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05/07/2016 at 22:31
Thanks Elaine 😀
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06/07/2016 at 16:01
A beautiful picture to complement a beautiful poem.
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06/07/2016 at 16:21
Thank you, Tim, how kind of you to leave a comment, glad you liked the poem and the pic 😀
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