Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.
Stanza 3 of the Ars Poetica—Cry of the Unheard
Childish yet persistent, poetry clings,
Crying for attention in the middle of chaos—
Clutching my legs like a wailing child,
While life wheels past, demanding more.
Call it trivial, call it untimely,
But never call it ignorable—
For poetry, like a child unheard,
Only screams louder when dismissed.
(to be continued...)
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This stanza beautifully captures the insistent, almost primal nature ofBlog Comment Creation Guide poetry—it doesn’t wait for the perfect moment, it *demands* to be heard. I love the image of poetry as a child clinging and crying amidst the noise of life; it’s such a raw metaphor for how creativity often interrupts our routines with urgency and truth.
Thank you so much for your thoughtful words, Suno! I’m so glad that the metaphor resonated with you. I truly appreciate you taking the time to engage so deeply with the piece!:)