Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Indict Trends Transient


Trust, founded, must rebound with feeling, zeal,
Indict trends transient, superficial flight.
True talent, filling canvas with delight,
Must soar, more, sing-wring meanings' common weal.
Maintain poetic principles, ideal,
Investing inner energy whose light,
Catalyzed by pregnant second-sight,
Spins sense intense in music inkling wheel.
Spurn dry prose rose d[en]ying to conceal
Trite minds behind 'free verse' cursed uncontrite.
Swerve not though knot some, jealous, might draw tight.
Successfully through harmony reveal
Ways words unreel original connections,
Write, scorning empty rite, block blank corrections.

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

(10 September 2007)

Comments about this poem (Indict Trends Transient by Jonathan ROBIN )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Frankenstein, Victor Cruickshank
  2. Potry, John deVries
  3. COPLA 84 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World, T (no first name) Wignesan
  4. Left Behind, D.L. Aceves
  5. Mother Nature, Victor Cruickshank
  6. Mature Love, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  7. Homophones, Victor Cruickshank
  8. Time, Victor Cruickshank
  9. More Of The Different, John deVries
  10. Speak about love, hasmukh amathalal

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]