:: III. Grams

Poetry. A form of literature.

Using aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language — such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre — poetry evokes new* meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning. (*my re-interpretation)

Or so Wikipedia likes to define it.

As for myself, poetry is EVERYthing. EVERYwhere.

Poetry is this and that. All things, some things, and no things. Poerty just IS.

And naturally, as a change of pace and media, I'll share one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets: Gwendolyn Brooks titled, We Real Cool.

THE POOL PLAYERS.

SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We

Left school. We

Lurk late. We

Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We

Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We

Die soon.

Unlike a literary/english class, I will not leave some long drawn out summary of my interpretations of this grand piece of work. Nor will I ask you to share your thoughts or interpretations (if you want to do so, then please feel free and do not let my "not asking" stop you). However, all I want and my intentions where to simply share. Share this work. Share a crafted piece of word art by a BLACK woman. A BLACK poet. About, not necessarily BLACK life alone, but life in general. Expectedly, read. Enjoy. Re-read. And share.

F O L L O W
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