Saturday, 28 July 2012

The Wonders of Poetry

POETRY

A delectable medium of expression in my opinion. Also a source for self-consolation and at times the best antidote to lay raging hormones at rest ( Just a figure of speech, my hormones aren't RAGING, just a little bit mad sometimes) 



I used to be fond of creating poetry when I was little, and most were sent to my much adored big sister, Kayyah. Though I wouldn't call myself much of a poet, as most of the poems I had written to her were corny rhymes on how much I miss her when she went to Russia. But it was grand start to my love of pure, sweet and serene poetry.


Poems can take you as far as drugs would as an anti-depressant, depending on how enthusiastically engrossed you are in its content. And what's beautiful about it is that it could be interpreted in so many different and wonderful streams where only we paved as we canoe down its unique path in solace. 


Well, I guess by now you are able to infer the fact that I remiss poetry to nothing more than a creation to evoke romantic thoughts. Which is true, at some points, since I don't usually favor its dark use to assert anger and despondency. But at times, those manifestations could be sweet in a clandestine state. It's as if those heartbreaks and disappointments experienced are well and healthily conveyed so as not to let us be engulfed in it any longer to shatter our souls. Especially when it is in the matter of uttering your dislikes and vengeance.


It feels nice I guess, taken from experience where I actually did send one piece of poetry that was cooked up with animosity to an old male friend. Boy did it feel good when I gave him a peace of my mind. 
But then afterwards I'd be wallowed in guilt and resentment as to why I actually let my emotions go through to let him read my vulnerable, inner thoughts. I guess it was a lesson from the Lord to keep those feelings to yourself so that that somebody who previously hurt you wont go through the same state. Even if you yearn it so dearly...


And poems are a huge help when dealing with lustrous feelings. NOT that I'm saying I have any to that extent, I sometimes do have slight 'hints' of them but I'm mainly referring to its use for that in general. It's like making love letters and never sending them. Such an endearing method to control oneself from going too overboard as one might just loose his or her mind over that sweet yet ephemeral phase. 


Just by looking at the structures and style of a poem compels you. The writing styles are analogical to the styles of paintings or the type of painter.  Sometimes its a Van Gogh and sometimes it may be a Paul Cezanne. Like the songs by Mowgli from the Jungle Book, as he expresses his sadness towards the wolf-pack who were eschewing him from their family. It's uniqueness in expression is what made it admirable.


Well, I guess to end this long post I shall share one poem which I remembered by heart for some reason. So I guess I'll say it's my favorite :). It's from a graphic novel my sister lent to me to read, "The Three Shadows" by Cyril Pedrosa. (It's wonderful, I greatly recommend you to read this)


In our springtime there is no better, there is no worse. Blossoming branches burgeon as they must.
Some are long, some are short.
Stay upright.
Stay with life.


I'll leave it to you on what it means. But in the meantime, hows about sharing your favorite piece of poetry :)

4 comments:

  1. Man, it took me sometime to really get it.
    Hahha...
    Very expressive. I see tht's ur heart talking, n thinking. Pure artistic....

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  2. Haha get what? the poem or this whole post lol
    Thanks, I write to express :)

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  3. Smell the night smell the night!

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