12-26-2011, 04:20 PM
When I read and enjoy a piece of verse my pleasure is multi-layered- I gain joy from seeing the skill of the creator manifested. I love to puzzle out how they have created the rhythm, the rhyme (if used) and to read their chosen words and to ponder on their imagery.
I sit and write this at an old solid desk, it has a knee hole and on one side five shallow drawers hidden by a roll-top front which disappears underneath when I roll it down. On the other side there is one shallow drawer and a large drawer. The desk is too big for my room but I love it. I love it because of the care taken in its design and creation. It is made by a craftsman.
A flat-pack, quickly assembled, useful, light desk may catch my eye but on closer examination I know I will never love it as I do this battered desk of mine.....and this is how I feel about some modern poems that I read.
I sit and write this at an old solid desk, it has a knee hole and on one side five shallow drawers hidden by a roll-top front which disappears underneath when I roll it down. On the other side there is one shallow drawer and a large drawer. The desk is too big for my room but I love it. I love it because of the care taken in its design and creation. It is made by a craftsman.
A flat-pack, quickly assembled, useful, light desk may catch my eye but on closer examination I know I will never love it as I do this battered desk of mine.....and this is how I feel about some modern poems that I read.