Poetry
By Ron Wallace
Real poetry moves like a winter's leaf
caught in a cold, stiff wind
or a honeysuckle vine climbing a latticed frame
on May's front porch.
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It strikes like a copperhead,
a sudden blur of patterned skin causing hearts to race.
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It rhymes with the measured grace
and language of Shakespeare's numbered sonnets
or it takes off shifting rhythmically
ambling with old Walt down the open road
free.
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You can't force it into another animal's hide;
it's alive and speaks with its own voice,
a wolf's growl, a sultry whisper.
It burns with the Fire and Ice of Frost.
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Real poems are not tame.
They peer into your gut through a falcon's eyes;
they come at you, leather-bound, carrying steel
curled in both fists
or touch you with an old friend's embrace
before parting.
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They may or may not be dressed in black,
but they carry themselves like Johnny Cash
out onto the stage,
and they hit as hard as Jack Tatum
driving air from a wide receiver's lungs.
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Real poetry lays us down in a lover's arms
or lifts us like a cowboy saddling a favorite pony.
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It lies its way to the truth
branded on the universal heart of man.
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Some poets pick up hammers and build their poems
from nails and wood,
or lace leather into ballads
sew fine cotton thread into sonnets.
Others take a chisel and carve songs from native stone,
and painted canvas becomes a poem in artists'
hands
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while the lesser of our trade pluck words
from thin air
and cast them into space
praying they find a life their own
and learn to walk
among the castle clouds
Poetry delves into the nature of writing and
expression, combined with the punch of reality that a notable
poem delivers. Ron Wallace writes of the hard edges that
characterize true poetic style. He examines the art of poetry
from a variety of angles while maintaining a clear viewpoint and
opinion.
Strengths:
In a catalog poem or list poem, we read a series
of descriptions. It is a technique often used by poets of all
experience levels, and it can be the easiest type of poetry to
write; however, many poets fall short when writing a catalog
poem, because they stop once the list is assembled. A great
catalog poem needs poetic devices, a distinct voice, and depth
within the images. This poem has all of that.
The poetic devices used include personification (It
strikes like a copperhead), paradox (It lies its
way to the truth), and allusion (It burns with the
Fire and Ice of Frost).
The distinct voice comes from a man of strength and earth.
Poetry takes the clear viewpoint that poetry is not
for the weak of heart. Ron Wallace's background and life in the
working world come through in every word. We know exactly where
the poet stands.
The depth makes each image stand out, as moving nouns (hide,
growl, whisper, gut, lungs, hammers) and active verbs (strikes,
burns, peer, hit, build, carve) join forces for power. We
feel each line and see each picture painted with a wide brush.
Suggestions for improvement:
The opening lines do not foreshadow the masculinity and power of
the remainder of this poem. A leaf and a honeysuckle vine -
garden images - fail to stand up to the required fierceness of
the work. I suggest omitting the entire first strophe, as the
poem can easily stand without it, and a better opening would
result:
It strikes like a copperhead,
Likewise, the ending takes a completely different tone - one of
comparison and a near complaining voice. At this point, after
being immersed in the grit of true poetry, why would the reader
care to know what a lesser poet might do? There is a let-down
sensation at the finish, which can easily be rectified by
deleting the final strophe. Thus, the new ending might be:
and painted canvas becomes a poem in artists’ hands.
For even more clarity, I suggest using the singular in an
artist's hands. Now we are left with a positive image as
well as a sense of rest and completion.
This poem, unique as it is, deserves a more creative title. The
word poetry should be part of the title, but not the
whole thing. One approach might be to make the title a short
but complete sentence - for instance, Poetry Hurts
or Poetry Hammers.
Most Powerful Phrases:
Here, an entire copy-and-paste would work, as every phrase in
the poem has clout. Some favorites are:
a sudden blur of patterned skin
Ron Wallace has built a perfect noun phrase with the
impact of a verb phrase. We see the blur and sense the fear.
You can't force it into another animal's hide;
This phrase implies the idea that one poet
cannot tell another what to write, and one poet cannot speak to
all readers. There is an individuality involved; we cannot deny
this aspect of the art of poetry.
Others take a chisel and carve songs from native stone,
The implanting of the word songs gives
a sound to this line. The reader can hear the pieces flying and
hitting something solid. Also, there is that undeniable
reference native stone, which reminds us of Ron Wallace's
first poetry volume, Native Son.
Poetry, with a slightly upgraded title and a touch
of trimming, will likely live in poetic history as an exemplary
catalog poem. This is heady stuff, quite publishable. Thank
you, Ron Wallace.
Patty Zion, Staff Editor
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