Sea shanties anyone?///Micah Powers

    It is not often that I find myself singing that which was intended unsung but Samuel T. Coleridge caught me in lyrics with as tune not too dissimilar from The Wellermen. Particularly the ebb and flow of part two had me subtly humming the poem to myself. I am not the biggest fan of reading poetry and if I were completely honest; I believe poetry shouldn't be read but only be listened to. As a human we have many levels of communication that are non verbal and almost all of that is lost with simple words on the page. Listening to poetry allows you to inhale the breath and meaning of the what the author intended for you more clearly. Reading William Wordsworth's poem "lines composed a few mines above Tintern Abbey" felt very disconnected I was able to understand what he was saying but I would have personally found much greater enjoyment had it simply been reconnected in paragraph form. 

    I know this blog comes across entirely more critical than usual Micah but this has to do with primarily with my own internal debate about poetry. Poetry on a personal love l has been one of my forms of relief and prayer. I have over a hundred of which I sent as petitions to our great Creator when I was at my lowest. I would love to compile them and share them as some point but I am deeply convicted about my beliefs pertaining to written Poetry. I think in this modern era a simple way to include much of what is missing in these poems from centuries past is in the form of podcastal or auditory recording but that still lacks the facial expressions one would see when a poet pours out his heart on stage before an audience. I love to visualize what Wordsworth and Coleridge were saying in each of their respective poems and in that aspect they provide a strong list of descriptive words. I am very thankful for the additional link with pictures pertaining to Wordsworth's Poem because that helped quite a bit with processing his point of view. 

    Although I have a fairly controversial view on poetry, I still enjoy it. I find myself regularly engaged in the fight to communicate emotions and feelings to a reader who will never read my poems while simultaneously opening up my heart to God. I find myself living in the song These ordinary days by Jars of clay. 

    I wonder if any one else for themselves engaged in a sea shanty as did I in especially part 2 of The rime of the ancient mariner. I know that in the sub paragraphs it tells us "...printed in Lyrical Ballads (1798)" yet prior to that it mentions its origins were in that form of a dream. I still stand on the table of it original intended not to be sung but may have been altered later in its begetting to fit more of that familiar sea shanty rhythm. I know that tomorrow morning sea shanties will most definitely accompany me into school as I think upon the words of Samuel T Coleridge. 

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