The online poet

The online poet

It is a mystery to me
Why one would blog one’s poetry
On line poetic
Should be aesthetic
As could poetic m*stery

Alan Grace
2 November 2017

* choose one letter: ‘a’ or ‘y’
Which word do you prefer?

The poem below was read in a class when I was in about year seven.
Its author was a mystery**  to me until now.

Trees – Poem by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

** Joyce was a man. See:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trees_(poem)

See:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cVr5otaCJ8

treerobin

treebird

tree_poem

For more of Joyce Kilmer’s poems, see:
http://poetry.elcore.net/CatholicPoets/KilmerJ/index.html

Daily prompt: Mystery

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