I think I will try poetry.
What is it really? Does it have to rhyme? Does it have to dance on the page?
Is poetry just thoughts going by quickly that you catch in your hand and place on a paper so someone can be moved? Does it have to get a reaction?
Must I be sad or depressed or filled with rage to write poetry?
Should I be in love or just lonely?
Poetry has emotions I think. It is a very emotional prose. Maybe not.
What do I know? I don’t know much but I know everything about my own life and that is something I can share in poetry. Unlike any other writing I think it brings people to attention.
I think poetry is an art form.
Unlike the writings of a novel or a script or some scientific journal, poetry comes to life itself as each word is placed upon the page. Not just certain pages, certain acts, certain chapters or formulas.
Poetry is my piano where my other writings are my desk. My desk is a mess and disorganized.
My poetry has perfect rhythm and there is nothing bad or disorganized about it.
Every piano key has meaning and it’s own amazing sound. Each key has purpose and is never out of place or can’t be found.
Maybe poetry is my niche. I have been looking for a niche a long time now. I needed something to do. I needed something to write about and my emotions are always working so hard.
Poetry is feeling natural to me if this is what I just wrote. Is this what poetry is all about or am I calling these words so freely coming to my mind I give to you something else.
I love the freedom I am feeling as my emotions are matching my words as if best friends.
I have been looking for the next thing that I should do. I have been without a purpose for too long, but know I am loved. I would never do anything rash. Life is too wonderful. Even to look as the wind blows the long grass by our marsh is a gift to me.
Maybe Poetry is where it’s at!