Poetry as a Lifestyle
What if one was just to write poetry as a journal?
What if one was just to write poetry on a daily basis as a commentary on life?
What if one was just to write poetry without any attachment to how ‘deep’ or ‘clever’ it was – to write purely for the joy of writing?
I lay in bed the other night and started to read through an anthology of some of the greatest modern poets (so the book cover declared). I think I understood one poem in every ten. I don’t think I’m stupid, though my education was sadly lacking in this area. The poems just didn’t connect – and I was disappointed.
My poems are often childlike. Sometimes they are crude. Often they are doggerel. And occasionally they’re shrewd. Much of the joy is in the rhythm and the rhyme. But they are always therapeutic for me… there is freedom in thoughts released into poetry.
When the Apostle Paul encouraged his own community to edify one another by “speaking to one another in psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs” – perhaps he would have smiled upon speaking to one another in poems too.
Roses are red
Blogs are read too
I’m so glad
I share these few thoughts with you!