Today is poetry day. I’m so psyched. Poetry is one of my “things”. I’ve written poetry since I was 5 years old. My mom still has one I wrote for her at that age. (I’m telling you, she’s the greatest mom in the world!)
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t claim to always write GREAT poetry. Some of it is good. Some not so much. Good or bad, I enjoy writing it. I enjoy reading it. I enjoy hosting poetry contests and blogs about poetry. I find joy in writing silly, zany and crazy poetry as well as serious, deep and life changing poetry. I love the whole process. It’s in my blood and I can’t get it out.
That being said, I think there are four types of people in this world:
- Folks who love to read and write poetry.
- Folks who say they hate to write poetry, but love to read it.
- Folks who say they love to read it and wish they could write it.
- And folks who say they don’t like to read poetry NOR do they like to write it.
I can’t say I’ve met anyone in the last category, but I’m sure they exist. Probably.
Which camp do YOU fall into? Have I missed a group? Tell me and I’ll add it to my list. (probably) 🙂
If you fall into any of the categories (including number 4), take a step out and have some fun with poetry this week. When you comment, let everyone know which category you fall into. Why not post the comment in poetic form? I think you all know which category I’m in by now, but here goes —
I’m in category one.
I like to rhyme and have some fun.
Freeverse makes me dance and sing.
Poetry is my favorite thing!
At times my poems
are corny and strange,
and end with a weird sentence that doesn’t rhyme with the previous line at all.
(that hurt me, too…but I’m a big fan of the movie PRIVATE EYES, and if you are too, then you’ll understand!)
There isn’t any prize this week, just the satisfaction of knowing you did a good thing by expanding your horizons. Put yourself out there, it’s a freeing thing!
I don’t care if you think you’re terrible at poetry. Write some anyway. Here is a quote from a poet you may have heard about:
I”ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself.
So what are you waiting on? 🙂