Bob Dylan, a songsmith, won the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature. But songs are mostly not poems, although such distinctions have never much been of interest to me. Here's a song of mine which some consider as poetry. It's a pity I can post an mp3 of the song.
Ma Coyote Roamin’ © Alan Wherry
Chorus
Ma coyote roaming’ lookin’ to feed her new brood
As New York City welcomes a brand new day
She ain’t inclined to view the Hudson
Flowing slow as glass, or the sunlight, orange
On the cliffs of the Palisades.
Verse
Lopin’ where the Lenape walked, not too long ago in Earth time
Is she a harbinger for her kind or the demise of ours?
Meanwhile, on the cosmic scale, Shiva with the blue throat,
Churns up the poisons in the Milky Way
Verse
Malice from the mediocre minds
Malevolence from the mean of spirit
Moves aside for She who creates
The living forms of nature
Verse
But this old world’s gonna change
When imaginations blossom
When we know the divine within
And see the Oneness in all things.
It reads aloud in a laconic voice and conjures the rythm of the loping coyote. The touch of orange lighting the Pallisades has an ominous glow and then the mention of blue throated Shiva and the Milky Way paints a satisfying image of complimentary colours. The word 'harbinger' has such an ominous ring. It works for me. And from my distant perspective on the other side of the globe it evokes a landscape I knew nothing about in a temporal sense and then there is a stretch in time which brings the whole cosmos into focus. i am glad you posted it.