I love poetry I must say, I love how poets can take the mind to distant lands as they paint an image in one’s mind with words, I love the play of words and metaphors some use, which just add richness to their work. I dig contemporary pieces, but I mostly love classical poetry, that is the type of poetry I write.
Though I love poetry and write poetry, I for a long time I never considered myself a poet, even now having close to, if not more than a 100 poems. Simply because I don’t think I fit the mold of a contemporary poet. Another reason though (the part I don’t like), is the fact that poetry is drawn from experiences; the fact is – its hard to write about feelings you’ve never felt or experiences you’ve never had. Simple enough I guess, only issue is that, that type of poetry mostly draws from the harder and not so joyous moments of life, which is what makes writing that type of poetry hard for this introvert.
Opening up is something I find hard to do even with people I know well, so writing poetry sometimes is a challenge for me. Yesterday I heard one poet say, “your poem doesn’t start until you start telling the truth” – with that thought in mind, I’m not sure how many of my poems can be said to be poems.
For me sometimes the truth is hard, when I listen to poets that reveal their experiences in the most graphic nature, I cringe at the thought of being so open. Well if it’s worth anything, I do open up more in poetry than through any other means, whether it be in conversation, preaching or blogging. I have at times opened up much, even if it be in metaphoric terms – because funny enough, poetry sometimes is my recourse to giving expression to that which I feel, but find no appropriate normal words to express with – but its never easy.
Finally, because of the discomfort opening up makes me feel, some experiences have proved too deep for even poetic utterances to draw up; when I get to the point where I can bring forth work from the deeper wells of experience, maybe than I shall consider myself a poet.