The definition of poetry is nebulous.
It is differentiated from prose by an attention to sound, using
alliteration, rhyme, meter and assonance among other things to create
consonance, and an intentional layering of the meanings of the words
with symbolism and similarities, similes and metaphors, to create
depth of thought.
Often prose will employ these tools
too, but not to the same degree, though prose can be described as
lyrical or poetic. In fact, most good story writers are
poets and/or use a lyrical style of writing. Song lyrics are usually poetry put to music. Nursery rhymes and chants are poems.
poets and/or use a lyrical style of writing. Song lyrics are usually poetry put to music. Nursery rhymes and chants are poems.
In music and chants the meter becomes
most important, because some patterns of stressed and unstressed
syllables lend themselves to songs and chants better than other
patterns.
Poetry is a fascinating, hit or miss
experience, for me. There is a lot of poetry out there that doesn't
trip my trigger. But when I find something that does, it's a really
cool experience, well worth wading through the duds [personally
speaking] to find the gems. Then it's a great idea to memorize the
gem or put them to music.
There is a great Norse myth about the origins of poetry. It can be read at this web site : Mead of Poetry
Some of my favorite public domain poems
include:
Who
Has Seen the Wind? By Christina Georgina Rosetti [I
also love her poem, The Goblin
Market.]
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their
heads,
The wind is passing by.
La
Belle Dame Sans Merci : A Ballad, by John Keats [First
Stanza]
1
O what can ail thee, knight at arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
“The
Law of the Jungle”, By Rudyard Kipling From The
Jungle Book [My first memorized poetry.]
Now this is the Law of the Jungle –
as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep in may
prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the
tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back -
For the strength of the Pack is the
Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
To
a Louse, On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church, by
Robert Burns [From near the end]
...O wadsome Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
One of my all time favorite poems is
William Butler Yeats's poem The Stolen Child. You may be familiar with the refrain:
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
with a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Loreena McKennitt has done a nice
musical rendition of this poem by the same name on her Elemental Album.
I had an idea recently having to do
with introducing poetry to children early with the use of puppets. I call it Poeupetry. Here's a link to our first video of it on YouTube : Poetry Facts
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