I have a silent love for poetry, probably woken by an overly ambitious teacher who provided us with whatever lyric she could come up with.
Although, today I do not read poetry to analyse it, I’m still just so amazed by the talent the authors possess to put their thoughts into words, working with images, metaphors, rhymes… their ability to have me thinking about one outstanding line all day long.
Poetry is so versatile. It ranges from cute little notes with a special twist to elaborate stories following a rhyme flow that stays in your mind like a song. It can tell a whole story within a few lines, have you smiling like a Cheshire cat or make you question your attitude by the time you finish the last verse.
The way those everyday words, when put in the right hands, can create such beautiful pieces of art and castles in the sky is a bit like magic.
Therefore I’ll be showing two of my personal faves:
It is so cute and simple but it takes time to be understood. There was a point when I thought, this was just a random collection of words 😉 It makes me smile everytime I read it.
And then there are the more thoughtful pieces:
Why I Hate Reading Maps
I have unrolled a map
onto my kitchen table
and put one finger
where you are and
another where I am.
The space between
is only inches. That close,
I could feel you breathing.
I could reach out and
run my fingers through
every strand of your hair,
touch your lips and
barely need to move.
In the corner of the map
there is a guide for judging scale:
every inch a hundred miles
full of roads and rivers and trees,
the guide a sharp reminder
that you are where you are
and I am where I am,
Can you feel the emotions in it? The slight tremble going through the narrator in the 2nd stanza? The frustration and resignation of the last lines?
It’s like listening to a beautiful song, leaving goosebumps all over your body. I just wish I had the talent to create something like that.