So this is something that has been drifting around in the back of my mind for a while. I hope you enjoy it.
It Matters To Me
People ask me about poetry
“What’s the point?”
“It’s a waste.”
“They make no sense.”
So I’ll try to explain
How, who, what, where, when, why
Why they matter, they matter to me.
Paintings can be seen
A sonata can be heard
A dessert can be tasted
And a sculpture can be touched
Yet poetry does not appeal to the senses
It is something that you know
Stirring the emotions
Letting them bubble and froth and soar
Raising them up and then sending them tumbling down
Pain and anger, laughter and love
Forming human connections
This is how I feel, who I am, what I think
And now I’ve shared it with you in the hope that you will feel the same
And if you find something different in it, a message that reverberates for you
Then that is amazing too.
Reaching out to those I love and others I don’t even know
Stretching the imagination to the limit
Crafting words and playing with language
For the sheer acapurble of it
The k’nack, the oiyr and gazoosh
Simply because I can.
In the hope.
That it means something.