Poetry as Solitary Seed

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – The Tuesday Platform:
“You Are A Poet!”  (posted by Anmol)
“Write a poem titled, “Poetry as…,” perhaps in the style of Ferlinghetti who speaks of poetry as an insurgent art while exhorting the poets to use their language and expression to save the world by answering/heeding all the challenges that we face today. Let your imagination soar and think of the many things that poetry can be. Here are some titles that I can think of (you can choose one of these as well) — Poetry as Poison, Poetry as World Annihilation, Poetry as a Criticism of Poets, Poetry as a Lonely Endeavour, et al.”

Solitary thoughts roam at front
of your brain, or are tucked
so far away, you cannot gather
them, and harvest them into
a proper crop. You pick
another crop, gather the seeds,
and hope they germinate.

The beat generation saw poets
in coffee houses arguing art,
and politics. Sometimes to
music. Now poets are left
on their own. We can hermit
it, espouse it from a stage,
or web it.

Imagination paints private
pictures of your ideas. There
is no asking another for an opinion.
You write, revise, write. Each time
you share your printed ideas
a piece of you is out there
mingling. Are we expected
to be “The Voice” of poverty,
inhumanity, climate change,
and non-speaking species?
I do not have an answer,
but my solitary roam continues;
my planting allows hope.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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13 Responses to Poetry as Solitary Seed

  1. “My planting allows hope.” I love that. I think online is the new coffeehouse………smiles.


  2. Just Barry says:

    I like how quietly determined the voice of this poem feels.


  3. How I love this!
    All of it, but particularly enjoyed:

    We can hermit
    it, espouse it from a stage,
    or web it.


  4. sanaarizvi says:

    “I do not have an answer, but my solitary roam continues; my planting allows hope,” love this! There is such raw feeling and honesty in your words! ❤️


  5. So elegant and thoughtful in its expression and evocation — the hope that those seeds would germinate is endearing. Perhaps we don’t have an answer because it doesn’t have to be only one thing. I love your closing. 🙂


  6. We are poets just like that… but part of me dreams of being in a cafe with ink and paper.


  7. Suzanne says:

    I really enjoyed this. Writing poetry is a lonely pursuit these days and yet we continue, searching, writing, thinking, creating – all to create those seeds of hope


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