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What I don’t like about poetry

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.


On Modesty

I have been placing up some old poems that I had written and it has been a nice experience reading some poems I haven’t read in ages.

One of the first poems I up were 4 poems I had written on the subject of modesty. The series was a response to a call my big sister made to young men to raise their voices on the matter; for some sisters who desire modesty thought they would thus be unattractive to brothers (hope I am recalling that properly).

So wrote 4 poems simple titled Modesty – Poem IModesty – Poem IIModesty – Poem III and Modesty – Poem IV. The first two seek to paint a picture of the beauty that a modest woman carries with her; part of the first poem shows that the life of a woman of modesty challenges a man to want to be such a man as Christ is – He whom she seeks to please. The question around the issue of modesty really is who is it that we seek to please? God or is it the world and ourselves?

The third poem starts from the story of Adam and Eve and seeks to show some of the same spirit that lead to the rebellion is still at work leading individuals away from the path of simplicity. And was just thinking the other day was Moses really trying to drive home a point by using the word aprons? Why didn’t he just say “sewed fig leaves together and made themselves coverings”? Well precisely because those were not covering. The last of the poems I sought to write from the perspective of God appealing to His daughters.

On My Poetic Journey and Trials

Was placing more poems up today, and I must say I was a bit bemused by my old (well hopefully) writing style. I do think it has progressed though. That is not the only thing that progressed, I could trace somewhat in my other poems (Thy Father Calleth for TheeWords that speak peaceBe Still and KnowYes that’s His name) a growing appreciation of God’s lvoe. These four poems were written in a time of trial in my life – not working and at times wondering about God’s love. I learnt to appreciate His love more through writing.

Actually poetry is one of the ways God speaks to me when other means seem to fail of comforting one. He does not always given the answers, but He gives peace and assurance. That reminds me of one poem I wrote, “Written in Red” is the title, will share it soon and speaking about its writing.