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Some Treasures I Found In Poetry

Aarzoo Jalali | 9th March, 2018 Back to Blog

Some deliberate patterns are working independently by the writer for the purpose of easy understanding; I wanted to make a difference but my desires could not climb the gates. For as long as I can remember I have loved words and writing. I can’t say when an infatuation became a full-blown love, but once it happened there was no looking back. Writing is my passion, and the vocabulary essential to it has come along for the ride. Writing and words have become an everyday part of my life. I had no idea that my first blog would be of any interest to anyone, but I am proud and delighted that it did. It’s not always that we get a positive response to our “first” anything, and sometimes, there is a feeling and a question that asks, “Should I continue, or should I not?” In my case, there were some special friends that welcomed and encouraged me to continue. They reassured me that I had something to say, and I am very grateful to them. When, I began writing in no time, poetry started a dream come true. “The skies won’t be the limit when there are footprints on the moon”, so I became zealous and consistent but guess what. Over a time, I have found some treasures in poetry. Poetry is a talking drum: Being an Indian-born has opportune me to know more about how drums are used to relay messages with effect of sounds. But the significant similarity it shares with poetry is; only the wise and the patient understand. Unlike prose, poetry provides us means to write in codes with use of several poetics. Every poet is a servant: One thousand poets can scribble on the same theme with different imageries, dictions, depths and rhythms and which does not make any of them better than the others. We write according to the ‘much’ we are given as servant to words. No poet owns it all, there is chance for everybody to become a poetic dreamer, and we are all servants to word. Poetry is a living organism: I have done dining with elders and they often tell me; don’t ever let poetry outgrow you. The only characteristic poetry doesn’t have as a living thing is ‘Death’, There will always be themes unwritten and poetics unused, remember even the likes of Shakespeare did not write it all, they couldn’t and we will not either. No, no one can end poetry. Sovereignty or otherwise called ‘Poetic license’, most poets understand this concept except for the misusers. However, poets are free to utilize any imaginable character in relaying their thoughts. It takes courage and determination to pick a pen and write even when you are not sure someone will read them. I have seen poets battle with the question; ‘Who cares to read my poems’. The writer being dead or alive, his poems live immortally. Poetry is a father of three; Proverb, Parable and Idiom: Proverbs for the elders, parables for God, Idioms for the sages. Poetry encompasses them all. In fact, even God is a poet. Every poet is a prophet: As a poet, I see the predictions of the end from every beginning, not with my eyes but my instincts. Poets see silver linings on the cloud and dark spots of the sun. I have seen thousands of penguins, all with beautiful faces, attractive grins, and gorgeous looks. Poets are flawless beings. -Writing poetry is lifetime service to humanity: Whenever I see poets quit, I feel the annoyance inside of me. I wish they know they don’t write for themselves, they write for an audience whom they might not even know. No poet has the right to quit. Lastly, Poets are the treasure of poetry: What else would poetry ever wish for than the magical pen of you and I? Poets are treasures of poetry for every poetics exist in the narrow path of their veins, poets are gods and I’m proud being one. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late" The tickles of time say in their everyday murmur "Do it", try something, be creative. You have your stories to tell, someone somewhere wants to hear. Remember, we are treasures of poetry! So, writers, let’s get to work. We haven’t even begun to write.