This rocks, I don’t have to write anything original for an entire month.
I don’t know how to read poetry. I never learned how. Never took a poetry class, reading or writing. I read it for the shock effect, for the surprising beauty – same reason I like naked ladies.
Later I want to post a poem by Joseph Brodsky, whom I like a lot. Right now, though, here’s one I wrote about 12 years ago, when I was 30. It was even published in a real anthology.
Love Poem
Pictures of you here (paper) I have
many more in here (tap heart). Funny –
weather is not bad in any, can you believe
it? In pictures of you and me.
Sky blue as the day it was conceived.
Hiro says one day scientists
will detect suffering there, phantom
hurt that reverberates received on
instruments. Forgive your childhood which
may one day make a needle twitch.
These bridges in our life: under
some fish jumped, under others floated.
Sometimes water was so far down we
couldn’t see it right, sometimes.
Minds are made to lose, I guess.
“With this new dress, which shoes
are best?” My taste is simple, the black,
plain. If they should ever ask
about the pain, remember once I drove
you sane.
Like I said, I’m not a poet.
That’s a fine poem, miguel. I enjoyed it. Adn just because no one taught you how to read poems doesn’t mean you don’t know how to do it. If you’re reading poems and enjoy them enough to want to point out to other people, you’re doing something right. It’s not some great secret. if you’re not thinking “I don’t get it,” you get it.