Ars Poetica Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Some from within, some from without,
without a doubt set to,
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to flow, grow, glow. Thereto
through weaving in and weeding out
touch base with Nature, cue
time, place, as twins defeat and wins
ignored are through and through.
No need to shout, run roundabout,
use artificial glue,
scribe's violin tunes, underpins,
technique if heart rings true.
Sensations scout, don't beat about
the bush, tout false virtue,
The poet's string must second skin
become, ne'er dumb, askew.

Words work their way by night and day
from phases past, to light
through threads at play that more threads lay,
reeled phrases feed fresh flight.

(30 March 2005 revised 9 June 2007 and 1 February 2012)
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Poetics

Some from within some from without
without a doubt flow true
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to grow, and then glows too
through weaving in and weeding out -
touch intuitions know
from phases past so phrases last
through threads which more threads sow...



(30 March 2005)