It Matters To Me

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.

To you.