‘Here I sit, broken hearted / tried to @#%! and only farted’ – Poem I once read on a bathroom wall
I ALWAYS wished that I could write poetry…
Alas, it ain’t exactly my forte. Even ‘bathroom-wall’ poets’ are better than I am.
And it’s not that I don’t like poetry, or admire poets. Yes, a great deal of poetry is indeed pretentious nonsense. But I am also connected to numerous talented poets via my webpage, and I enjoy reading their work a great deal. (One of my favorites is Harman Kaur. Check out her WordPress page!)
I’m also a big fan of the classic poets, my favorites being Kipling, Stevenson, Poe, and Lewis Carroll. I quote them all quite often, and re-read their work all the time. I also appreciate musicians who write profound lyrics: Ozzy Osbourne, Dave Mustaine, Axl Rose, James Hetfield and Nina Gordon are at the top of my list… but there are numerous others that I love as well!
So why can’t I write poetry?
I think it’s my lack of patience, honestly. I’m all about the best possible verbal nuance, exactly the right word in exactly the right place, every single time. But poetry goes beyond even that. Poetry is all about exactly the right word in exactly the right place… penned in a manner that exactly fits the cadence of the poem.
That’s a whole extra layer of artistic demand, right there!
So here’s to all you poets, be you famous or be you not… and sadly, most of you are not but that doesn’t dim your artistic star one whit. You have the patience to plug away at an art form that completely befuddles me…
But I admire you all nonetheless. Be well, and thank you for all that you do!!!