Poetry in motion
While sitting at a baseball game tonight, I began debating what song I would choose to play when I got up to bat. (Note: this is something I do EVERY time I attend a baseball game.) At first I thought maybe "Centerfield" by John Fogerty but instead opted for "Some Kind of Wonderful" by Grand Funk Railroad, in case you were wondering. As I ran a list of songs through my head, I kept thinking about the beat and rhythm of course, but I kept coming back to the lyrics. They tell the story.
That's the point where my thoughts veered waaaay out of the ball park, as it were. I began thinking about how the songs I love tell me a story. A story that I can relate to and moves me in some way - a funny way, a sad way - doesn't matter how, only that it does. This is how I feel about good poetry. It should succinctly and creatively tell a story, be accessible, and move the reader. Essentially, lyrics are poetry set to music.
Poetry is not only the meter and rhyme, folks.
That's the point where my thoughts veered waaaay out of the ball park, as it were. I began thinking about how the songs I love tell me a story. A story that I can relate to and moves me in some way - a funny way, a sad way - doesn't matter how, only that it does. This is how I feel about good poetry. It should succinctly and creatively tell a story, be accessible, and move the reader. Essentially, lyrics are poetry set to music.
Poetry is not only the meter and rhyme, folks.
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