I don't write poetry.
Existential ramblings, maybe.
and unfounded social commentaries
made late at night?
I'm not a poet.
I admit it with ease because I'm not.
I'm no Shakespeare (but who is though?
no one even knows if Shakespeare is Shakespeare)
I don't compose sonnets of love to my dearly beloved
lamenting over dead women in sepulchres and talking ravens
at the midnight hour, crowing
Poetry is supposed to move you.
Make you feel
stir a thought in your brain
and for a moment-
just a moment -
it'll let you live.
The words transform into music for your soul
that enter through your eyes
and orchestrates a symphony of emotions.
Emotions that turn into flavors of sweetness from love
the sourness of jealousy and scorn
the bitterness of anger and the fiery spice of rage
and the blandness of depression and melancholy.
Poetry speaks to you
it understands your heartache
and comforts you during your grief
Reading poetry should be like
looking at your soul in the mirror
seeing the vast spectrum of translucent, vibrant beauty
reflected in its silvered surface
polished so astutely and exactly
that you could almost touch it and
be reaching into your own self.
Poetry is supposed to overwhelm you
like your first trip to the ocean
when the waves try and swallow you whole with their briny limbs.
That fear that you feel
it's just the realization
of what you've known all along.
and it's beautiful and tragic and wonderful.
and I don't write it.