A Poem for all Seasons, by Nolo Segundo


A Poem For All Seasons


by Nolo Segundo

What makes a good poem?
The beauty of its words?
The easy flow of its lines?
How deeply personal? Or
Should it be more universal,
Singing to all of humanity?

Should the poem be easily
Clutched by the mind’s hand,
Or is it better to be recondite,
Its meaning hiding, secretive,
Needing a key to unlock what
Treasure there may be found?
(For myself, I like the simple,
Both to read and write, for I
Have lived enough complicated.)

Good poem, bad poem…
What makes one catapult
Exuberantly into your soul
While another is dragged
Down into the basement
Of the unconscious, there
To be forgotten forever.


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