Three Poems, What They Taught Me

    c353w Kitt Crescendo_02The definition of an “artist” (as once conveyed by a co-worker) is a person able to evoke emotion through their chosen medium. Using that criteria, I’d say Kitt Crescendo qualifies. The power and passion of her poem “Need” (posted on TheInnerWildKat) reached me on a visceral level. For that I say, “Thank you, Kitt!”

    Need
    Reach out,
    Touch me,
    Drill deep within my soul.
    Lay me bare,
    Unveil my passion–
    Seduced by your heat,
    A vision spread open,
    Naked;
    Vulnerable for you.
    Ravish me
    With pure emotion;
    Secret desires
    Unmasked.
    Unleash the fury
    Of your storm,
    Wild and unbridled.
    Release control,
    Expose your need.
    Trust my heart
    To guard your fire,
    To breathe in
    Your relentless hunger–
    Transforming me
    To
    Wanton bliss.

    (Wow! Imagine being the person who evokes such powerful emotions.)

    Thinking of Kitt’s poem reminded me of a short poem written by Margot Wood, a calculus instructor I had many, many years ago.

    Tennyson Revisited
    “Tis better to have loved and lost, than marry and be double crossed.”

    a.309w flotz-ishFrom there my mind jumped to a silly, fun poem by Jack Prelutsky in his book New Kid on the Block I used to read to my daughter.

    The Flotz
    I am the Flotz, I gobble dots,
    indeed, I gobble lots and lots,
    every dot I ever see
    is bound to be a bite for me.
    I often munch on myriads
    of sweet, abundant periods,
    I nibble hyphens, and with ease
    chew succulent apostrophes.

    From time to time, I turn my gaze
    to little dotted “i’s” and “j’s,”
    and if I chance upon a dash,
    I soon dispatch it with panache.
    I chomp on commas half the day,
    quotation marks are rarer prey,
    a semicolon’s quite a treat,
    while polka dots are joys to eat.

    When I confront a dotted line,
    my tongue flicks out, those dots are mine,
    Morse code becomes a feast, and yes,
    I’ve snacked upon an S.O.S.
    For I’m the Flotz, who gobbles dots,
    I gobble them in pails and pots,
    And you’ll not like my brief embrace
    if you have freckles on your face.

    The funny thing is, I’m not a fan of poetry. Yet as I watched how my reaction to Kitt’s poem got me remembering other poems, it occurred to me this is but a small example of how, even when we don’t think something “floats our boat” (in this case poetry, though I imagine it could apply to other instances) by remaining open (and given the passage of time and change of circumstances), and revisiting something that we didn’t think would affect us, we might find ourselves given a chance to emote or be in the midst of a wonderful experience we’d never have had otherwise.

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    Kitt Crescendo - July 8, 2016 - 6:43 pm

    Wow! I’m so honored that you chose one of my poems to share as art that impacted you. Thank you!

    Tana Bevan - July 8, 2016 - 6:49 pm

    Kitt~I’m a firm believer in giving credit where credit is due. (As I told you when I first read your poem I thought it fabulous and appreciated it.) I also like sharing things I like. *smiles*