A Bard Of Word-Song

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Creation and craft of poetry from a personal point of view...

A Bard Of Word-Song


I am a bard of word-song, given lyric hand to write.

As long as quandary tests the soul, I should be erudite.

Explore the world entire, every notion grand and fine,

and plumb all range of passion, scripting each perceptive line.


Not as eloquent as I might wish, I chronicle my times.

Some times I hit, but often miss; inadequate to my rhymes.

I balk, reciting horror, with a wordsy bark or bite:

Shame and blame and evils,

................................................quite unfit for human sight...


And yet I must articulate what the future might confuse,

and get it down in written form so truth is not abused.

We cannot hide the present, for someday someone might say

"What petty, ugly struggles brought us through each wretched day."


Photographers and artists craft their light-play to dispel,

and the journalist or historian have their factoid yarns to tell,

the shadows of the narrative, revealing some poignant core,

of a moment's hate or beauty, illumined forevermore.


Amid the brilliant doings, are love and sacrifice for good,

the simple, decent glories ...hardly noticed or understood;

these too earn right of telling, as admiring laudatory;

blooded virtue, never rare, within our very human story.


But dire news often dominates ...and simplifies the sorrow;

and tales, unfolding daily, translate obscurely on the morrow.

A thousand little things occur as versifier's fare,

and pass into the darkling void if no poet's light is there...


Thus, the poesy raconteur relates

.........................................................the range of human theme;

the sad, the bad, the just, the saints, and all that's in between.

Amongst dream and acts of babble, darkness coming fast and thick,

I am the bard of word-song ...whose flame must spark the wick.



by Steven P. Pody

Submitted: April 23, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Steven P. Pody. All rights reserved.

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Harry Little

A wonderful poetry covering some dimensions of art. The addition of simile and imagery beautifies the poem. And "the range of human theme" reflects realism.

Tue, May 4th, 2021 8:23pm


Always nice to hear the word 'wonderful' in relation to a poem of mine... Thanks most kindly for the time and care to comment, and for being a fellow light in the darkness.

Tue, May 4th, 2021 2:04pm

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