poetry

LAST QUARTER605. Much is written - little's published,Proofed, set, plated, pressed,Left to run, pulled, reissuedOr printed time and time again.606. Few are fussed to write a letter,To communicate with those they love.The most they'll do is send a postcardWhen they go abroad.607. Yet nearly all ... peruse books,Flick through art and fashion mags -Read the comic strips and storiesAnd headlines in the daily rags.608. But few review, write-up, report,Run a commentary on the world.There seems to be a billion viewsBut few of any worth.609. Perhaps we cannot compend life,Survey it in a few short lines,Abridge mankind in a draftOf words, condensed and rhymed.*610. Many fictions, sets of lies,The memory of man is gossip form.Legend, myth, and fairy taleAnd scrolls of wild romance.611. There is poetry, verse and song -Emotion recollecting beauty;Painting with the gift of gods;Expression of exquisite feeling.612. But poetry - that knot in the gut -The unison of man with nature:Is for all who love and feel great truthWhile cheering their own sweet solitude.613. And prose - words in the finest order,Grand - can be plain and common place,Matter of fact and unromanticWhen written in a truthful way.614. Then there's drama - prose at play,Poetry masked to stalk a stage ....Tragedy the art of masters:Comedy the fun of knaves -615. Actors puffed and self important,Prima donnas primped with paint.Extras always out of work ....Like Pimpernels when paid.*616. Other times, there is a mute silence,A reticence, a Laconic calm .....A tight-lipped, remote detachmentI cannot understand.617. There is a veil, a dark concealment,A screen of fog before my eyes.So I play dumb, put the lid onThe coffins of my past.618. I hide perdu, lie in wait,In the shade eclipse myself.From sight retire, and undercoverWatch for tell-tale signs.*619. Signs of falseness, tarradiddle,Fib and flam prevarication;Cock and bull exaggeration;Bosh and bunk and drivel.620. With much cry and little wool,The tempest in a tea-pot poured -I come it strong and stirThe truth with a silver spoon.621. But I don't deceive, delude or dupe,305