how many readers have
the courage to admit they write poetry?
not many.
it's like picking your nose. more than many do it - few admit to
it.
poetry has a bad rap. it's become the joke of the romantically addled,
too serious for life men, suicidal women.
poetry is alive and well in all languages, cultures, ethnicities
and economic situations. particularly after the amazing discovery
that poetry doesn't have to rhyme. in spite of imabic pentameter
and such, poetry has no boundaries, no limits. (i find myself saying
that more and more.) some poems look like poems. i've written some
of those.
some poems sound like poems. i've written some of those. some poems
sound like bricks and feel like bricks and make about as much sense
as bricks. i've written some of them as well.
poetry has the same power to go beyond what is now and present as
does art. in all its forms and guises poetry reflects what it means
to be human. poems are maps of being human, and just like humans
reflect diversity. to accomplish this, all they have to do is exist.