POETRY & WORDS :: There are no rules in poetry except

There are no rules in poetry except

Poetry has no rules, it has been said.
I say, rules exist. They lie
in how poetry should be read.

For instance, one cannot
read Octavio Paz
without first pausing
to sink into a faded velvet chair
of some bookstore
now out of mode and forgotten

And when
one reads the words of Billy
Collins it can only be
at a kitchen table
after dark
by the light of a single flame.

Shakespeare’s for the school halls, read
by one who thinks he knows
and Dickinson’s for the garden
with a single yellow rose.

Frenzied prose is for the birds,
scattered in the mist of ancient cobblestone
a panicked pandemonium set off
by the toss of a head
or sleight of hand.

But the poem, in all its outdated ink
remains unruffled
and to think

you nearly passed it by.

4 thoughts on “POETRY & WORDS :: There are no rules in poetry except

  1. “and to think…you nearly passed it by”
    but something caught your eye
    turned your head, for a just a moment
    the shout of a word, a singing phrase.
    Poetry can be mesmerizing, I say, a world untouched.

    I love it my friend!

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