Musical Poetry

(Picture Credit - N Arizona Uni)

A poem can be a statement,

A poem can be a song.

It can be a piece of music,

Playing all night long.

First we have to go up,

Then we must go down.

Then we have to go all around

To find this bloody town.

Poetry is music,

Singing us a song.

Any way you choose it,

Bing, bang, bong.

Assonant sounds assemble,

Alliteration lilts our lyres.

Raps and rhymes are pulsing,

Kindling all those fires.

An orchestra is playing

On this very page.

Letters and words are strumming:

It’s a Golden Age.

Choirs of Angels Singing,

Guitars with a twang.

Ear that piano playing,

This may or may not scan.

If a pawn’s the soul of chess,

As Philidor did say,

Then letters and the sounds they show

Are what brighten the poet’s day.

So get those letters running,

All along the page.

Those sounds are our chess pieces,

Ready to engage.

Paul Butters