Learn to Appreciate Poetry
This is crazy.....I think.
Through the decades of my writing career despite my love affair with words and stories, I never gave Poetry so much as a side-glance. For me to deeply analyze this would be a chore since nothing comes instantly to mind. I simply don't know why poetry never attracted my interest.
I sat in the same classrooms as fellow-students and followed along as expected. Per my grades, apparently I bluffed my way through the Poetry phase, for I know I did not ever long to be a Poet.
What I do know is that Poems require deep thinking and reaching far beyond the senses, to a place of fantasy and undercurrent. Perhaps when Poetry and I were introduced, I wasn't interested in the effort toward a long-term relationship. Yes, that's probably it.
This is now and things have changed. My former self has not a single clue who the woman is, now living within my frame who has awakened to the beauty and attraction of Poetry.
At first when I went cruising about in search of sites to read, reflex had me whizzing past the titles that even hinted of a poem. Habit does not die of natural causes. Habit requires that we kill it.
There's a nagging wench who built her nest upon my left shoulder the same year I had to learn to fight to survive. Apparently my delicate psyche helped her settle in and gave her a job to do. If I don't insist she take the day off, she's alert to duty 24/7. Actually,she annoys others a lot more than she does me. The truth is I've learned to appreciate her.
She would whisper in my ear....
I believe I may have been awakened to the fascinating ways in which poetry can express emotions beyond that which prose often pales.One particular work of clearly moving and profound poetry opened my mind to at least give myself the opportunity to attempt what I'd thus far resisted. "C'mon, why not? Be brave, be bad, if you never try, you'll never know.' My wench was persistent that I give Poetry a try.
It just so happens there's a virtual buffet of wonderful Poets who publish here on HubPages and I am fond of many of them. Because although I am a writer yet do not consider myself a poet, I have delved into attempts at poetry, very few times. Even then, most of those attempts have been what may be referred to as nonsense poetry, written just for fun.
Something noteworthy I discovered while reading the Poetry pieces done by fellow free lance writers is that some poets possess the uncanny knack of reaching out to pull our hearts into theirs.
Another quite common mistake I had made when considering poetry was simply not understanding that there are no rigid rules involved. Imagine my shock to discover that not all poetry must consist of rhyme!
A great Golden Oldie....
The wench is never happy...
Something strange has come of this new interest. My wench had faith that I could do this. "Good girl, you've read a few poems and you liked them. Begin thinking like a poet. Put some thoughts on this page, make them rhyme, make them sing....don't just sit there girlfriend, give it a try.
Please understand. I seriously doubted I could immediately advance from "Roses are red....violets are blue..." I'd written in my Dad's Father's Day card when I was age ten, to authentically moving poetry. However, to challenge me is to see my smug self accept that challenge.
Speaking of my Dad......rest his precious soul....
He was a no-nonsense but fun kind of Dad He was a United States Marine, musician, song-writer, PT Instructor and blue collar machinist, just brushing the surface of his many talents. Yes he was quite a guy, I know. When he thought it was time I learn how to swim, he was the Dad who would toss his kid in the pool. No, not because he was mean, but because he believed if you're gonna do something, do it. Jump in and learn as you go. I realize that was his message although I don't recall feeling very inspired.
His messages always stuck with me, despite his methods. I do jump in and go for it once I've made a decision. Of course I knew it was time that I stop resisting. I would write a poem.
I had no idea there is so much to learn, Until I searched "Poetry," and up popped the list that honestly scared me. Who knew there are so many styles ( forms?) of Poetry? Epic, Dramatic, Satirical, Lyrical, Inspirational, Narrative, oh my! Where do I begin? And look here what I see, How to Write Poetry. I think I'm smack-dab in the midst of that sort of situation where.... if all else fails, read directions.
No, no, no, I will not put this work on ice while I study. I'm this far now and there's no turning back. I am at your mercy. So, no more chit-chat, this is it. My very first (blind) attempt at a Poem. I feel faint.
My body Trembles, with every step
But still, it leads me straight ahead.
As daylight plays elusive games
and shadows lurk, I fear to tread.
Mystery hovers to distract me
What place, shall I be lead?
Clinging to this need to know, I see
My heart and soul, become as one
This clears my mind, of what's to be
And helps me see what I am worth.
I Want to Write of Happiness
So this is what I put into words, and I suppose it's barely acceptable. Short and possibly sweet, but my newly born baby nonetheless. I think if ever I choose to make a serious commitment to write Poetry, I'd want to lean toward happiness and perhaps nonsense poems. I see there is actually a category by that name, "Nonsense Poems." Sounds like something made exclusively for me. If it leads to laughter, I'm all for it.
In the meantime, I will continue to read and enjoy the wonderful, inspiring and often, very moving works of my fellow-writers, who take Poetry to Heaven's gate.
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