In August, I wrote a post entitled Poetry. In that post, I discussed how I don’t like free-verse poetry, because it is so inconsistent. Well, I have to eat my hat, at least a little bit.
This past week I was been looking back over poetry that I’ve written in the past and realize that a lot of it is free verse, and I quite like it. (Maybe that’s just because I wrote it, but if so I am surprised because I don’t generally have warm and fuzzy feelings about things I write – I’m quite critical of myself.) Of course, there is quite a bit of rhythm in my free verse, and I do throw in some rhymes but not always in a specific pattern.
Now, that being said, I also had quite a lot of “standard” poetry in which I followed a specific form and had consistent syllables and rhyming-patterns. I like that too. I suppose, more than anything else, my liking a poem does not depend on the format, but rather the depth of emotion behind it. I like the poems that evoke feelings, that make my insides churn with grief or overpower me with joy.
I recently mentioned to a friend that I think poetry, unfortunately, is a dying art. Modern poems don’t have the same lure (at least for me) as do poems from past eras. Poems today are cut short, stagnated, choppy. I like long lines of impressive vocabulary. I like having to think about what I am reading.
I am challenging myself, from here on out, to write a poem a day. I used to write poetry all the time. That endeavor has fallen by the wayside, and I would like to start it again. I encourage you, my readers, to write poetry as well. I will post a poem every Friday. Join my challenge and feel free to post your own poems in the comments of the posts. We’ll start next week.
Take care, fellow travelers.