ARS POETICA

A poem should be walked into,
then weighed on the scales of life.


A poem should be waded into, first toes, then ankles,
knees, thighs, until one is submerged.


A poem should be worn like a well-worn sweater
or an itchy hair shirt.


A poem should zing like a toothache
or sting like tears.


A poem should awe like birth
or inspire like earth.


A poem should delight as new buds,
or a full-blown rose or dried grass do.


A poem should be timeless
as pearls worn smooth by warm skin,


Weaving words revered
by a silky soft hand.


Weaving a tune
through the story of life.


A poem should bring us to our knees
to question our convictions,


For the agonies of war,
a mud bath or a drop of dew.


For peace bought by loss,
a beneficial breeze on a cross,


A poem should not scream
but tease.


A poem should laugh with us, cry with us,
hold us in its worded hand.


A poem should dare us
to dream.


Love, Jody,

Modeled After ARS POETICA
By Archibald MacLeish