Time Was . . . Love Is . . . Ramblings . .
by Bonny Franke /
2012 / English / EPUB
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Poetry is a mysterious combination of images, sounds, reflections
prompted by reader and writer, a rhythm of thoughts conveyed in
expressive phrases to convey subtle or blunt messages. Poetry is a
challenge to the uninitiated and a rewarding experience to those
who revel in imagination. Times change. Some disparage the simple
rhyme. Yet the sing-song effort of positioning image with image
tickles the imagination, spurs the memory, and prompts
recollections of other times and other feelings. Rhyming, when
forced, results in cheap efforts to create images or phrases based
on convention. Words that result in confusion fail in that the
reader misses the intended thought. Ballads, odes, songs, sonnets,
elegies, epigrams, epitaphs, inscriptions, and autographs come into
their own in their own times and days. Many linger and stand true
through the ages. Flawed artistic forms fall short to dismay their
observers by lack of substance, or perhaps even by lack of
convention. No claim is made here that any of the following will
linger through time unscathed or even remembered. Some may be
challenged by their lack of substance. A few, perhaps, will strike
a convergent point of identity and be accepted for what they are:
observations by one recalling points in time.
Poetry is a mysterious combination of images, sounds, reflections
prompted by reader and writer, a rhythm of thoughts conveyed in
expressive phrases to convey subtle or blunt messages. Poetry is a
challenge to the uninitiated and a rewarding experience to those
who revel in imagination. Times change. Some disparage the simple
rhyme. Yet the sing-song effort of positioning image with image
tickles the imagination, spurs the memory, and prompts
recollections of other times and other feelings. Rhyming, when
forced, results in cheap efforts to create images or phrases based
on convention. Words that result in confusion fail in that the
reader misses the intended thought. Ballads, odes, songs, sonnets,
elegies, epigrams, epitaphs, inscriptions, and autographs come into
their own in their own times and days. Many linger and stand true
through the ages. Flawed artistic forms fall short to dismay their
observers by lack of substance, or perhaps even by lack of
convention. No claim is made here that any of the following will
linger through time unscathed or even remembered. Some may be
challenged by their lack of substance. A few, perhaps, will strike
a convergent point of identity and be accepted for what they are:
observations by one recalling points in time.