SECOND HAND POETS
One can find a lots of poets moving around on net. sites like blogger and orkut galore with budding poets. if poem writing was an industry one could easily predict its healthy future. the horizon of metaphors is ever extending and the beauty of the moon and the strenght of the sun still find expression on paper. lines which r put to the rythm of the rhyme and orderliness of the stanzas are still on witness all over. love has not lost way either, reflecting prominence. so do inspiration and lament. Inspite of this one thing keeps popping up in the mind when i read these poems and when i am gripped by that thought the sheer dust of joy of the poem quicky rubs of to display its embedded mediocricity.
How many ppl do u think have realy seen the moon with the eyes of a poet or for that matter seen the flowers with the eyes of a lover. the winds have been poems offcial wanderer and a womans eyes a poet foremost love. but in the present scenario do we realy make these metaphorical images after seeing them or do we see these forms of nature already knowing their image ie : if i had a woman in my life (still searching for one) will i realy see her beautiful eyes without any prejudice judging them only by their sheer beauty? i would say no. what will actualy happen is that i already have it in my mind that eyes of a woman or for that matter her lips are a thing of appraisal and beauty and with these borrowed thoughts i may pen down a poem for my love by the right selection of words. similar is my opinion when i read the modern poets praising nature. the ideas seem to be borrowed. the moon ,the sun, the spring, the trees, the river we all know how to see them in the context of a poem. well one may ask what is wrong in this? ...yes nothing except that our poems then become second hand.
Second hand things can work wonders but they are always less beautiful and more cheaper than new and original ones. thus, ideas new and original are pretty difficult to get hold of and so the new poet perfers to stick to second hand ideas and images.but then what is compromised ? ..its the beauty of the poem itself. one does not realise and keeps on penning loads of poems in his blog or website probably feeling a sense of satisfaction and appeasement. fortunately for them one can find a lot of admirers for their creations who seem to think that their poems are absolutely 'fantastic' and 'beautifuly craved' . but alas someone needs to notify them of the truth !
But these dark clouds of mediocricity do have silver linings. one can always find ppl who write differently and their imagination is their own, not borrowed frm someone. they may not stand separate from the above mentioned breed during their lifetime but when the obituaries of the poets of a generation will be written things will get as clear as a crystal. but for now lets cherish our second hand masters. well i just became a narcissist :)