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Nature's Artistry (Free verse) by Quarton Mockingbird in flight, so brief in your passing,
dulcet melodies out of repertoire singing.
Like time's passage, life's future waning,
fading notes, sweet sound traces lingering.
Nature's artistry evolved, carols so evoking,
composition unsung, spared human meddling.
Music so fair, like angel's harps fingering,
wafting down, latent harmony revealing.
Life's innate impostor, why deserved of praising,
each aria clear and pure tho' not of your making?
Phrases well turned yet repeating; ever feigning,
well versed trite mimic on life's fickle staging.
On wind waves soaring, other songbirds parroting,
melodies by rote, only listening; pretending.
Hackneyed player, banal imposter; ever reprising,
novel notes undiscovered, mimicking yet beguiling.
Mockingbird in flight, with wing beats slowing,
are your melodies flawed, diminished by rendering?
Then Hamlet on stage only Shakespeare's words aping,
a Mozart symphony just an orchestra by rote playing.
Up the ladder:
No Logic
Down the ladder:
A Face Of Sadness
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Posted: January 12, 2003 8:25 PM PST; Last modified: January 12, 2003 8:25 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.9403987 Overall Rank: 9042 Comments:
Consider it a clash of styles, but it seems like you've used a lot of words to say very little.
Well...you may be right but I meant to use lots
of words. Really, just experimenting as this is different for me. Evidently not that great and I am aware of Occam's razor and an economy of words. But, my intent was to give this the flavor of poems written in the days before brevity was in vogue. "Occam's razor, from pen to paper, matter diffused; truncated to vapor. Glanced lasciviously, simply to look, money embezzler just a common crook. Blanket of white written as snow, violent tempest reduced to a blow. Uncontrolled rage described as mad, crestfallen sorrow expressed as sad. All transformed yielding to changed, orderly straightened is now arranged. Acute sorrow generalized as sadness, blissful serenity nothing but gladness. So Occam's razor intended to show, scarcity of words the poet's wise goal. Yet, too much economy in written verse, may err on the side of overly terse. So why not embellish the poem a bit? strike down seemingly better than hit. Wintery gale more descriptive than gust, and old Occam's maxim not a poetic must. 175 view(s)
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eat the candy.