Day 3:
Speak
We are poets, inherently.
We, of the original kind.
In sacred depths of blood and bone,
The sounds of nearly stolen songs
Still yearn to sing, yearn to belong
To modern mouths, and hearts, and minds.
Our ancient words are balladry,
More elegant than the bastardry
Of the franken-tongues 'they' enforced.
Our ancient words are majesty,
A rich and rooted tapestry
Spun of grit, grace, and gratitude.
Our words are ripe with luscious life,
Sweet with love, swift to condole,
And seasoned with ancestral spice
That still sustains survivor souls.
We are poets, inherently.
Speak a word from your ancestry
And you speak in sacred poetry.
Netogye' niyohdohok ogwa'nigoha'
INFO ABOUT THIS POETRY FORM
Ars Poetica means 'The Art of Poetry'. It is the title of a poem written by Horace in 19 BC.
There is no set structure or line count.
Rhymes: up to you
Purpose: A poem about the art and technique of writing poetry
I couldn't wrap my head around this, entirely. My mind kept coming back to how our traditional Ogwehoweh languages are very action based and descriptive, and how simply saying a single word in the language IS poetry. So this is my offering for this type of poem, whether it fits or not. Twas a good challenge. My Cayuga language spelling may be off I'll fix it later.
