The Man Who Discovered Poetry.

Who discovered poetry,
I just want to shake his hand,
Maybe pour him a coffee, black, no sugars,
Ask him if it grew as planned.

We would talk of rhyme scheme and message,
Of poet after poet we would converse,
Maybe, speak of his discovery,
Yes, of his very first verse.

What inspired dissonance,
Propelled personas past perfect alliteration,
Maybe touch on rhyme and onomatopoeia,
If we have a second, personification.

His hair would probably be a wise grey,
His sandals, won from travelling the sands of time,
His suit of fine cloth, his taste exquisite,
A man of his stature must have many a dime.

A deep look would cover his face,
Each and every time he answered a question,
His, words profound, his diction meticulous,
Giving every syllable undivided attention.

He’d probably have a way with words,
That no other man could,
Vowels, and consonants would be his slaves,
Rarely would he be misunderstood,

I would watch him as he walked away,
Gracefully diminished until he disappears,
Watch the wind cleans his footsteps from the earth,
And patiently wait for the day he reappears.

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  6 comments for “The Man Who Discovered Poetry.

  1. April 1, 2011 at 3:33 pm

    Hm…he was probably only appreciated posthumously. See? Like this poem. :o)

  2. April 1, 2011 at 4:09 pm

    Poetry is music. Music is life. I'd like to meet the first organism to discover it was alive.

  3. April 1, 2011 at 10:02 pm

    tSN You make a very good point. Probably.

    Willpress the first organism to discover life (in theory…) hmmm :-/

  4. Tawi
    April 1, 2011 at 11:22 pm

    you always get me

  5. April 13, 2011 at 3:38 pm

    What if it was a woman? Does not the alphabet seduce you? Do your fingers not ache to rearrange, to give birth to new words and unearth secret meaning?

    #feminist 😀

  6. April 13, 2011 at 3:48 pm

    Tawi… :-)

    Wanjeri… To each his own depiction right? #liberalist :-)

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