I told you last week that I was going to be posting my poetry on here. My poetry is hardly ever the rhyming kind. It’s free verse–just my thoughts flowing onto a page in a sing-song manner. My poetry is also usually me reflecting on things, pouring my heart out, etc. I write when I’m feeling something–be it joy, sadness, depression, love. Often, it is because I’m feeling something negative. I’m not sure why poetry is related to sadness for me (although I have written joyous poems). Poetry seems to be a way to communicate what simple prose could not. It is a baring of the soul in a creative manner.
Here is a piece I wrote about poetry almost seven years ago that reflects these ideas I just mentioned. Strange that nothing much has changed about why I write poetry…
Why I Write Poetry
Why is it that I usually write poetry
when I am sad or melancholy or worried?
Is poetry the only facet for an emotion,
capturing what prose cannot—
That vague sense of dislocation,
when my world is confused?
Or that bittersweet taste when
the world no longer satisfies?
For me, poetry is hardly ever “happy,”
but carries an unattainable longing with it,
An unanswered yearning that is
something between a song and a story.
Poetry is written words, yes,
yet with a peculiar singsong quality.
The essence of poetry is heartache for me:
A desire for inner peace and comfort.
And this will only come when
song and story and life intertwine…
When deep-entrenched longing is satisfied
with the Real Life above.
Why do you write poetry? What emotions does it capture for you?