It's always somewhat cringe-inducing to hear someone say "I just wrote a book of poetry, how can I get it published?" That was thankfully harder a few years ago but now it's frighteningly simple. Just go to Smashwords and see how much poetry is there. It should be used as a Halloween display it's so scary.
What's hard about poetry is that you should be concise. Being concise means you have a very clear idea or what you're trying to communicate. It's the shout it across the parking lot in 1 sentence and be understood situation.
Then in order to convey this idea and say it beautifully and precisely is another feat. It requires a good vocabulary and an understand of words. Then you have to understand structure and construction. You also have to realize you're telling a very short story, so that by the end of the poem there's some kind of resolution. The reader has gone from point A to point Z, not from point A to point A. The writer should have been illuminated, instructed and informed along this journey. There should be a moment of wonderment.
Otherwise it's just recreational therapy. It's like fingerpainting.
In my travels this week I came across a poem by Rudyard Kipling who was so skillful with the language and so insightful. I offer it to you as encouragement and for pleasure and for wisdom.
"A Servant When He Reigneth"- Rudyard Kipling |
Three things make earth unquiet And four she cannot brook The godly Agur counted them And put them in a book -- Those Four Tremendous Curses With which mankind is cursed; But a Servant when He Reigneth Old Agur entered first. An Handmaid that is Mistress We need not call upon. A Fool when he is full of Meat Will fall asleep anon. An Odious Woman Married May bear a babe and mend; But a Servant when He Reigneth Is Confusion to the end. His feet are swift to tumult, His hands are slow to toil, His ears are deaf to reason, His lips are loud in broil. He knows no use for power Except to show his might. He gives no heed to judgment Unless it prove him right. Because he served a master Before his Kingship came, And hid in all disaster Behind his master's name, So, when his Folly opens The unnecessary hells, A Servant when He Reigneth Throws the blame on some one else. His vows are lightly spoken, His faith is hard to bind, His trust is easy broken, He fears his fellow-kind. The nearest mob will move him To break the pledge he gave -- Oh, a Servant when he Reigneth Is more than ever slave! |
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