There are Writers, and there are Writers

Poets are One of a Kind

Stories, novels, and books have it so good. People either love to read, or they don’t. There is no middle ground. Readers will read. Non-readers won’t.

But poetry is a different thing altogether. We have people who love poetry. They would love to write it, but they can’t, so they consume it from others, no matter in what century it was written.

Then we have people who don’t like poetry --they never did. To them, it takes too much effort. They hate stumbling over a poem’s layout, the poet’s choice of words, and if they have to read between the lines for any hidden meaning …well … fuhgeddaboudit. That’ll never happen.

Then we have poets. God bless the poet! We are one of a kind, our own race of writer. We write romance, whether it’s a love for nature, or a person, place or thing. Love for some part of Life seeps from our heart and every pore of our body to our fingers, the page, or the screen …

On Writing Poetry 

A lady once asked, 
why of all things
do I write poetry. 
From the pinched look
on her face as she spoke,
I could tell she thought
poetry writing was 
something distasteful.

After I thought about it, 
I said, when there’s a
poem inside and it’s
waiting to be written,
it feels like a sneeze
that won't come. 
When it finally does, 
it just feels good. 

(Another poet 
would understand). 
But she shook her head.

To the lady I simply said 
there are things inside 
that want to come out. 
They’re uncomfortable 
where they are inside.

It’s the same as when 
You have a mosquito bite 
you can't quite reach. 
When you find someone 
to help you scratch it,
it just feels good.
 
But I’ve got to go now. 
I feel a poetic sneeze 
coming on and I know 
once I’ve let it out
it’s going to feel 
so damn 
good.

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