Marching Orders

 

 

Poetry

in its refined, unwavering, unconcerned form

is not pretty

 

It grabs you by the throat

and places you in the mirror,

naked, framed, revealed

with your daily frauds

and innermost forgeries

 

Most of you simply play poets,

to glaze and enamel

your all too human filth

 

Poetry is not an embrace,

but a hard slap in the face;

a tough roll call

and stone cold marching orders

 

All your pretty faces are denied





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-07-29 at 10:17

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank God I haven't got a pretty face, Ingvar. :)

I' m not really making light of what I know is a serious opinion of yours, but in the sight of giants only the children can play at ease. Like you, I believe the word poetry normally has too constraining an interpretation. For me it doesn't have to be a hard slap in the face, it can also be the soothing caress... what it HAS to be is affecting (maybe also effecting): If it doesn't have an effect on the reader then I concur it is simply pretense. But we are all different, and we are all moved in different ways.
Allen
2022-07-29