Day 2 of National Poetry Month! Today’s form is a jabjong.
To Wage a War
The war I wage with words is endless, beautiful and cursed.
The ink, the letter, syllables–they express but they confine.
Nevertheless I break the rules; nevertheless I am restrained.
What then will be wrought?
Will it be beauty, or remain
Nothing more than words?
From a quote by Henri Matisse:
“Much of the beauty that arises in art comes from the struggle the artist wages with his limited medium.”