The answer, in my not so humble opinion, is yes… and no. Rhythm is in everything we do. It is the tick of the clock, the movement of the pendulum, the very beat of our hearts is rhythmic. Rhythm can be as simple or as complex as we want it to be, but it is […]Read More Poetry Part 2: Is there poetry without rhythm?
In part 1, we discussed the basic building blocks of poetry, rhythm emotion and meaning and their relationship to words, but now its time to talk to their relationship to each other. How does rhythm convey emotions? How do emotions color meaning? How does rhythm affect meaning? Funny you should ask. The most basic, fundamental […]Read More Poetry Part 2 – Overview
I’ve talked about the rhythm we can create with words and the emotion we can convey with them. What I’d like to do now is talk about meaning. The values we assign to words depend on our experiences, or point of reference and our culture– the key when writing, especially when writing poetry is to […]Read More Poetry: Part 1 Words and meaning
A friend of mine expressed their sadness at a friend’s passing and lamented the fact that they never got to tell that friend how they really felt about them. When I tried, and failed, to express my sympathies, I ended up sitting in front of my computer composing a poem (half poem, half lyric). It’s […]Read More Poetry: Part 1 Words and emotion
Windblown whispers in a tear soaked sea At the edge of the ruin cries the poet There are no more words left in his heart and no more tears left to cry The golden voice is silent now and nothing can be heard only the whisper of the winds as she sighs A piper in […]Read More Poetry: Part 1 Words and Rhythm
It’s strange, I’ve been writing lyrics and poetry for so long, and yet, when asked to explain it, I can’t. I mean, sure I can explain the mechanics of poetry: how its put together, but how do you go from rhythm and rhyme to something that actually touches the soul? How do I do […]Read More Poetry: Part 1 overivew
(This poem is dedicated to a friend who lost someone they loved, and never got to tell them, and to all my friends and loved ones, old, new and yet to come.) This dance, this madcap dance. We move like planets in orbit around the sun, We touch like leaves swaying in the breeze never […]Read More This Dance (a poem by M.T. Decker)