The sound of poetry is an assiduous discourse, whereby reverberates an inter-woven methodical upsurge, where poetry necessitates an upbeat melody, a charming and resounding alliteration … what can be referred to as its sound. The sound of poetry, or rather its harmonious conformity, is what renders poetry its rhetoric cadence.

 

The poetic soul transcends the ordinary to a mysterious, soul searching, heart warming mystical celebration. The enthusiast, the curious, the cynical are swept away into a world of wonder, awe and enigma. The sound of poetry has the power to liberate, entice and question the mere purpose of our existence. A poet can arouse hearts, stimulate and induce tears or intensify feelings of animosity. Such experiences are okay and only belabor that we are human beings, unique in our exemplar. 

 

The sound of poetry weaves a plentitude of pulse, navigating a broader spectrum of alignment, as the tempo escalates gradients and flawlessly descends in perfect rapprochement.    To the handful that captures its beauty, poetry is a way of life, an escape from the ordinary woes of living and an encounter with the mind of the poet … is it whimsical, a quest for truth or a dark illusion.

 

The awesome beauty of the sound of poetry is poignant, as it inundates an awe-inspiring melody and enraptures the mind to transform into an aura of obscure panorama. A whole new world engulfs the mind’s eye as the listener visualizes the poetic message, harbored by the sound of poetry … could be the wilderness, the bounty of nature, the vision of a horizon or a wild emotional combat with one’s feelings. The sound of poetry is seductive and hypnotic in its ability to allow the reader outpour his or her underlying state of mind and decipher some perception to reality. 

 

The sound of poetry has no limits … it is boundless in its true formidable state. Poetry has the power to unleash the mere soul and set free that which is holding one captive. In its innocence, it is simply instinctive … like a flower unfolding its petals … like a stream trickling its way on its never ending path … like the face of a child with a new toy.

 

Emily Dickinson says “If I read a book, and it makes my whole body so cold no fire ever can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”

 

As you enter into my world, the sound of poetry, your world will flourish with awareness and essence of the underlying beauty that is axiomatic. I will walk you through the boundless fiesta that is complacent with the sound of poetry. I will lead you within my personal and emotional journey … into the realism, serenity and beauty … manifested in the sound of poetry.

 

You will drift into oblivion … while your senses will sparkle and dance to the rhythm of the sound of poetry. You will capture, in the simplest language, the combination of the sound of poetry … and its unrelenting traverse … the overture of a wondrous creation.

 

So stay … rest awhile … unburden that heavy heart. Find time to seek beauty, peace and harmony as you explore the world of the sound of poetry. You shall break loose those chains that bind and tie you down in agony. Your soul will be uplifted, your spirits revitalize and your life will reinvigorate as you surmount the tranquil, decelerate and impede your conscious state.

 

Walk the sound of poetry with me, dear friend.

 

 

 

© Laura Simoes 

June 2008