0428 What Is A Poem?

M Michael Shepherd
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A wise grandfather, skilled designer, approached with serious concern - to ask 'What is a poem? '... no ready answer - but the question spoken so touchingly as if indeed it mattered... A poem? Some sounds from heart to heart to melt the heart? To join our inmost thoughts? To keep in mind, recall what human kind most values, needs to value? To share a laugh at this extraordinary human comedy and blow away its illusions? To reassert our human greatness and the humanity of humanity? To preserve the finest sounds of our beloved language which hold all that we love? To tell a new, entrancing story which we'll never forget? Blowing a soap-bubble world with all the colours of the rainbow sliding around on its roundness while we clap our hands and pop it goes.. Just - serious fun? In Pooh-Bear language, simply People Reading It And Nodding? Really, a poem is like an angel, a dragon, a favourite food, or a Special Friend - you'll know it when it comes along... My wise friend said thank you, he'd always wondered.

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