LOTR: Rediscovering The Lost Art of Poetry, Hail To Sir Tolkien!


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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

                                                                         – The Song Of Aragorn, The Lord Of The Rings

I am a great fan of the epic masterpiece Lord of the Rings and I recently enjoyed the prequel movie, ” The Hobbit ” . The box office hit movies by the director Peter Jackson were based on the novels of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien better known as J.R.R. Tolkien. According to Tolkien’s biography, his novels were the realization of his own fantasy world and mostly based on the British folklore and mythology. The movie trilogy was the amazing result – created through the combined magic of visual technique, epic music, digital art , wizardry, literature , history and poetry.

I can consider Tolkien a genius for creating the Elf alphabet by using the Tengwar script for his fictional universe of Ea.  But I am not writing about the famous Elvish language. This article is about my recent fascination with Tolkien’s movies which paved the way again for writing poems.  He was also known both for being a classical poet and a prolific writer.

 Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

                                    – Excerpt, One Ring

Poetry, according to Wikipedia (from the Greek word  ” poiesis ” ) which means ” to make or to create ” is a form of literary art . It is a kind of language which uses rhythm and aesthetic to create an idea with meaningful expression and evoke an emotional response.

In the old days , poetry was the most respected form of literary genre. I, too,  was charmed by seductive lure of the written prose and narratives.  It has even become an addiction because, I can’t help buying more, when I already have a bookshelf filled with many partially unread books.  Well, read or unread, still , I consider them as my treasures.

From Wilderland to Western shore,
from northern waste to southern hill,
through dragon-lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will.

With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,
with mortal and immortal folk,
with bird on bough and beast in den,
in their own secret tongues he spoke.

                                                – Excerpt, Frodo’s Laments for Gandalf

Undeniably, something magical happens when one is able to relate to the stories when reading books. It feels like I am Jasmine of Aladdin who was being transported on a magic carpet ride to a far , far away land in 3D, or like Dorothy who was swept out of Kansas by a twister to the Land of the Oz. It is both magical and enchanting.

Those kind of experiences you get out of book reading feel so great – but my recent fascination for the LOTR has opened the door once again to the wonderful world of poetry. I have been writing poems in high school but books have ruled my life ever since.

Poetry reading or writing for me is like saying a little prayer – a kind of meditation that brings peacefulness and silence to the core of one’s soul.  It is a great therapy for releasing tension and healing heartaches. The rhythmmical and beautiful composition stirs all kinds of wonderful emotions and memories for the reader. It is like a journey to the past and an adventure to the future but only with a blink of an eye.

 For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.”

                                                                                                          – Excerpt, I Sit And Think

With my recently published poems like the ” Springtime in Middle-Earth” , ” Through the Rain” , ” Purple Tree and Poetry” ,”Random Acts of Happiness” and “I Am A Restless Soul” , I am glad to find my muse again in creating poems.

I love the work of Maya Angelou’s ” Still, I Rise” about racism and inequality. Also, Shel Silverstein’s , ” Hug O’ War ” about hugging and  having fun and ” The Perfect High ” which is about a junkie’s adventure and knowing the wisdom behind it. They are only two of the great literary geniuses of this generation and my own favorites by far.

Of course, we can’t just forget the works of other great classical poets like Keats, Plath , Wordsworth and Frost. This blog serves as my ode to the masters since last April we also celebrated the National Poetry Month. Their contributions to the literary world were both unparalled and timeless. And for as long as there are many other aspiring poets like me who will write poems, the art is never ever lost.

 Though here at journey’s end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.|

                                                      – Excerpt, Journey’s End


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