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In Love with a Poet
Let It Flow
Love for the written word
As a poet and avid lover of poetry, I love all poets so why don’t they appreciate each other more? I’m not talking about sappy, mushy love, necessarily… (Not this time). As I always figured, if you are a staunch writer of poetry you also love discovering someone elses and if you love reading it then you are intricately inspired by it.
If one is deemed poet then it usually equates with one who is in touch with their sensibilities, an intimate thinker who purges creativity through a pen, brush (instrument of choice).
Sensitivity, Not So Much
However, from my years of personal observation, surprisingly that statement doesn’t seem to hold much truth. Largely, we appear to be more like big blazing, arrogant diva’s, (yeah, the men too) who look down our noses at anyone who doesn’t aspire or produce the written word the way we do.
We also seem to think there are some iron-fisted instructions written on Moses like tablets as to how we should write, time or measure poetry. There are some of us who think all poetry should rhyme and if there is anyone stepping outside those strict lines they should be severely flogged or ostracized.
Aren't those of us who are more experienced suppose to encourage those who are novices, giving them a reason to enhance their skills, developing their own voices?
On a few occasions I have had the privilege of coming head to head with the scathing opinions of these very hard- nosed poet gods and goddesses in my prime. Well let’s just say, they hadn’t met "MZ. ME”!
I would give them as good as I got but not because I disapproved of their poetry because most of the time their were exquisitely skillful but simply because they were using their experience to rain down terror upon the style of my poetry instead of nurturing it.
Captain Save a Novice Poet
Protecting the Gifted and Innocent
On the other hand, I am “WARRIOR POETESS”, defender of the innocent; those who are slapped across the nose with the newspaper of uncalled for, cruel judgment from fellow writers.
My personal feelings are, “It ain’t that serious people”…it’s poetry, the language where we should be able to emote and be the original that we are, succinctly relate words with eclectic signature and not be a copy cat of anyone else and not have to apologize for that. I for one am the biggest fan of the fearless, rebel poet who gives you both barrels, unafraid…daring to push the magenta envelope.
Therefore, when I say, “I’m in love with a poet", I speak to the beauty of all poets and their decorative words even the so called least of them.
I will take all of you.
Why not... take all of you ;)