Excerpts from ‘Versology’ by Alan Nordstrom The Society March 29, 2013 Poetry 1 Comment On the Beam At times when my roiled brain becomes serene, I may achieve a state of clarity In which intuitive insight grows keen, As if it were a beacon beckoning me, And then I sense the guidance of that beam Aiming to lead my wayward footsteps home While causing my dull intellect to gleam, And in this state sometimes arrives a poem. But now I sense more benefit awaits Than merely turning verses in the night: That staying on this vital beam creates A life replete with wisdom and delight. To skeptic souls such visions merely seem, Unable as they are to live a dream. Musing Most mornings, something nudges me from bed An hour or two before the light of dawn, And then, as if by some allurement drawn, Down to my writing chair I’m gently led. As if from some subconscious source I’m fed A pregnant word or phrase that serves to spawn A couplet or a stanza—then it’s gone, And what came easily ‘s now work instead. But once momentum builds, I’m on my way And, like a kid first learning how to bike, I grow more confident as I proceed Keeping my balance, trying not to stray— At last, I’m sure the proper word will strike, And what was fancy will turn fact indeed. Imagination and Reason It takes a word, a phrase, to light the fuse That starts a verse and summons up the Muse, And then the form keeps offering new cues, Presenting fresh material to choose; But still it is the intellect that glues The pieces random inspiration strews, For while Imagination may enthuse, It’s Reason that true poets finally use. Don’t Go There! Well versed about the art of sonnetry, He set about to write another one, Not one about romantic fantasy, Since that old topic has been overdone, But, for a change, a song that sings of hate Or disillusionment or something that Reveals the cruel vicissitudes of fate, Something unusual, not trite or pat. Instead, he found himself in an old groove— Writing a poem about the process of Writing a poem, but not the sort to move An auditor to like, much less to love. Too introspective and too self-obsessed, Such verses leave their audience distressed. Imagination Imagination! What a power we own To bring to mind a picture of some thing Our eyes can’t see, a private twilight zone Of fantasy where sometimes angels sing And sometimes devils lurk or monsters prowl But also new ideas formulate: Just when you’re ready to throw in the towel, A fresh invention comes in view that’s great. Do other creatures have such visionary Capacity as we? Can they foresee, Devise, invent or in their minds’ eye carry The picture of a thing that’s yet to be? Imagination is a human trait That makes us both so monstrous and so great. Alan Nordstrom is a Professor of English at Rollins College in Winter Park, FL. He is the Society’s 2012 Poetry Competition. Related Post What Is Shen Yun All About? By Evan Mantyk Advertising for it is everywhere. If you haven’t seen it, you just haven’t been paying attention. A brilliantly colored image depict... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response http://propertieslegal.wordpress.com/ September 21, 2014 Howdy! I could have sworn I’ve been to this site before but after browsing through some of the post I realized it’s new to me. Anyhow, I’m definitely delighted I found it and I’ll be book-marking and checking back frequently! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.