The Gnomic Father Pt. 3

Come child, come near and listen well

I’ll speak of the times we read, and why they matter

Reading takes you to another plane and place, allowing illusions to shatter

It will carry you through the harshest moments, when all feels like hell

 

You open the page and begin your journey, living vicariously

You’ll find a one whom you connect with, share their worries and fly

At any point, you can close the cover while never saying goodbye

You finish one, pick up another, living lives just as variously

 

That’s the value, that’s the destination, you find a life you didn’t know you’d want

And just as easily, you can put it down, then take it up when you need to escape

It matters not where you go, where you dwell, only open a book and stay awake

You’ll learn things, about yourself and others, it’s called getting smarter, try not to flaunt

 

Fiction and non, matters not at all, you’ll find a new purpose with every scrawl

So find your genre, find your precious niche, soon you’ll be happy, you’ll find a fairy with a wish

 

Aloha

Received an email from my not so many viewers haha. They asked where I’m coming up with my poetry rhythm. Here’s my goodreads link http://www.goodreads.com/jdmullenary . Leaving a period space makes it easier to copy/paste. I’ve been reading some poetry, some epic poetry like homer and beowulf, trying to gain a better grip on how poetry works. My poetry rhythm is just whatever feels right at the moment. Sometimes I go for aesthetics like the flip of a coin, or I go for syllabic matching or even meter. I’m working on one right now that focuses on alliteration. Just reading poetry helps you write poetry, just like reading fiction helps you write fiction. The point is to write. Whatever it may come out as.