I tried to read you a poem on audio a few minutes ago but it didn’t work well. I had to read and scroll at the same time and it just doesn’t work well. Perhaps I’ll try again another day with the poem in hand, a good old fashioned hard copy.
Being read to is a wonderful thing. Reading aloud some of the great works is a good second.
About a year ago I learned about a new sort of poem and started to write a few. You will find the beginning of my “Tanka” efforts in my earliest blogs on Word Press.
I haven’t heard any good, new poetry lately. I’m sure it exists but it’s just not something you hear much of any more. The great musicals were filled with poetry but those are a thing for the rich who can afford tickets to the theatre so most of us are seldom exposed.
I wonder why we have lost poetry.
Where do you find it? Are you looking? When was the last time you read yourself a poem or read one to someone else?
Sometime before May arrives see if you can find a little poem in your heart and share it with us here.
Another Tanka for you!
Hear the ballad song
It cries to the open hearts
It whispers feelings
Tormented and suffering
Longing for revolution.