Reader, if it’s the first time that you hit <br />this site, stretching out like a landscape <br />as far as the mind may reach – just, we ask, <br />remember – <br />every poem’s an adventure; <br /> <br />- not, perhaps, for you, scrolling fast in case there’s <br />something better round the corner - <br />but for these writers – Frost-sparkling, or first-born … <br /> <br />tune in if you must, to those <br />discerning poet-critics, poet-teachers, with <br />their ‘one of his least successful’… <br />‘in this early work, she has not as yet…’ <br />‘marks the slow falling-away of the early promise…’ <br />those distant, serious, inconsequential voices like <br />twirling a radio dial across the stations – <br />but remember – <br />every poem’s an adventure; <br /> <br />all we here, know so well, that <br />one day we set down what there was to say <br />and then, we realise - without a shape to it...; <br />another day, some passing angel touches it <br />and like some shake of the kaleidoscope, <br />there it is in perfect form, <br />touched with immortality… <br /> <br />we – we’re not fooled; they’re failures in some degree, never <br />quite what we hoped of them; <br />but we don’t delet them, for <br />they’re our children, and we love them; <br />we’ve learned from bearing, rearing, shaping them; <br />and when they leave home and roam around the world, <br />someone may love a part or all of them… <br />they’re here because, even if they’re <br />‘hackneyed, trite, unambitious, banal’ <br />to those that shit in judgement on your work…yet <br /> <br />every poem’s an adventure.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0313-every-poem-s-an-adventure/
