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What is Poetry? — 2 Comments

  1. It’s been so long since I actually studied poetry, that it’s interesting to see how it evolved, and the many different forms it takes, yet can still be so undefinable–when something you read rings so poetically true to you, yet doesn’t seem to match any particular style. You just know that it’s music to your soul.

    I almost never set out to write a poem, although, as a child I always loved to write free flowing verse, about silly things. What I find today, is that when I am moved to write, what I am writing often mysteriously morphs into verse of sorts-that it was a poem all along that I had observed or felt, and when I laid it upon the page, it slowly became what it wanted to become–and I was just the courier to the page in the end.

    Winnie the Pooh said it better than I ever could : “Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get. They’re things which get YOU, and all you can do is go where they can find you.”

    Powerful, that Bear of very Little Brain.

    What I do know is
    whether I have set out to write poetry
    or I’ve set out to write prose
    or when I’ve set out to just deliver myself to God, bare

    What eventually comes out
    is What I really meant to say

    There seems to be a certain amount of beating around the bush we have to do
    In order to get to the heart of the matter.

    But in any case–whether it’s a lyric, or a small portion of a work of Prose, I like it, and a good dose of it always enriches me in one way or another.

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