So this is something that has been drifting around in the back of my mind for a while. I hope you enjoy it.
It Matters To Me
People
ask me about poetry
“What’s
the point?”
“It’s
a waste.”
“They
make no sense.”
So
I’ll try to explain
How,
who, what, where, when, why
Why
they matter, they matter to me.
Paintings
can be seen
A
sonata can be heard
A
dessert can be tasted
And
a sculpture can be touched
Yet
poetry does not appeal to the senses
It
is something that you know
Stirring
the emotions
Letting
them bubble and froth and soar
Raising
them up and then sending them tumbling down
Pain
and anger, laughter and love
Forming
human connections
This
is how I feel, who I am, what I think
And
now I’ve shared it with you in the hope that you will feel the same
And
if you find something different in it, a message that reverberates for you
Then
that is amazing too.
Reaching
out to those I love and others I don’t even know
Stretching
the imagination to the limit
Crafting
words and playing with language
For
the sheer acapurble of it
The
k’nack, the oiyr and gazoosh
Simply
because I can.
In
the hope.
That
it means something.
To
you.
