Colloquies

The world perceives the lines of poetry as a cacophony of words, That can be studied by dissecting poetry into grammar, vocabulary and tenses. The world admires the words of poetry and the flowery rhythm of the lines. In an attempt to read the mind of the poet through the lines of his poetry, The world unravels the works of poetry as far as the acumen of the scholar can go. As a hunter stalks a reindeer, examining its trail with intent care, Seeking out its spurs, smelling the freshness of the urine and the feces, Tasting the freshness of the half eaten fruits by the ruminant animal, Not so, as a reindeer lover, but as one, intent on getting at the grazing beast, So do Critics of poetry hound the spurs of poetry to get at the mystic poet. The three wise men of letters all gathered around a dog, and invited the poet. Because the dog has ears, has a tail, two eyes, hairs on its body and four legs, The wise men voted with one accord to deceive the poet and called the dog an ape. They all pointed excitedly at the dog and wondered why the poet would not agree, That it was in majority that it was an ape they were all looking at and not a dog. They chased the poet, who mysteriously escaped during the ensued pandemonium Mystified, the crowd claimed that the poet had reincarnated and turned into a goat. They locked up the goat saying that it will for sure turn again into the poet. They starved and imprisoned the goat while the wise men sat on the judgment seat. In bewilderment, they gazed at the goat watching when it will turn into the poet. The three wise men of letters all with different meaning of the poetry, now gathered. In accord only with the aim of finding fault and putting the mystic poet to shame, Even when poetry admits under censure as to the meaning of the lines of the words, As consummated by the poet, the writer of the cacophony of mystical words, The world will rather feign the meaning that will shame and condemn the poet. All Alien words, until captured by the poet who built a sonnet house around them. Then word by word, the Critics examined the meaning of the cacophony of words, Like the Russian mannequin, one word nested into another and yet in another word, Like an onion, they peeled off one layer, yet another layer, on another layer of word They removed the sonnet-house, one word apiece, but alas, the poet was not naked! Frustrated, by lack of comprehension of the intricacy of the poetry, When the world for wont of evidence could not persecute the poet, Despite the lack of evidence to see where the poet hid the sacred word in his prose, The Critic, knife in hand hounds down the poet and disemboweled him, To seek the magic word that could be hidden in the alcove of the mind of the poet.