I don’t know the first thing about poetry. I don’t think I have ever read a poetry book front to back. I didn’t study writing in college or university.
I wrote one poem a few years back. I decided to share that poem last week. Some people seemed to enjoy it.
I think the acceptance of readers and the encouragement of others birthed something that hadn’t been there before. Like childbirth it was unnerving, scary, becoming responsible for something new.
Like many new parents I had no idea what to do but I knew what not to do.
- Poetry is not about how complex it is, whether it rhymes or not.
- Poetry is not about whether you are articulate, or street rhyming.
- In poetry it doesn’t matter whether your poem is three lines or three hundred.
It’s that it speaks to someone, that it moves them, that it shows the readers something, takes them somewhere. It can be sorrowful or light, make you smile or cry.
It’s so open for interpretation, it can bring the reader places that they need to go, that they want to go or that they are lead to go….
Every time that I post I wonder what is a poem?
Is this a poem?
Are these just words that have echoed through out time over the ages? Expressed in many a way through many a word?
But they are unique and original like every newly birthed child. Every one is eager to meet the new child. People want to visit. People come bearing gifts and well wishes.
So it goes with words, writing and poetry.
All you have to do is allow people in to meet with you and your new gift.
But what do I know?
I don’t even know what a poem is.
- Guest Blog: What is Poetry? by The Ranting Papizilla (legendsofwindemere.com)
- Confabulation – To Rhyme or not to Rhyme? (snozzlewort.wordpress.com)
- Under the Poetry Tree, Reading Vultures Out Loud (dadpoet.wordpress.com)
- Shaped Poetry (thepoeticsproject.com)
- The Business of Poetry (joelinker.wordpress.com)