Part of poetry’s power is its magical, seemingly sacred, unreachable references, as contrasted, for instance, with the mundanity of news articles’ banal, commonplace orientations. Likewise, though both balladry and straightforward compiling are products of human endeavor, collective norms establish different ends for the two. Poesy and essays might cover the same topics, as exemplified, repeatedly, by the literatures of war, emancipation, and marriage, but they differ in predictable ways.
The Poet’s Moon
An excerpt from the poem, The Poet’s Moon.
I sit upon the shore bathed in the light of the poet’s moon.
The quiet of the evening is broken by the whispering of the tide.
A zephyr carried upon the waves caresses my cheek as a lovers touch.
I close my eyes and listen to the symphony of the sea.