“You’ve got to love what’s lovable, and hate what’s hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.”
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Not everyone understands the mindset behind “poetry”, and it’s been noted some things I write come across as a mystery.
Would you like to know WHY?
Truth be known, I have to agree.
When I write and think . . . . it’s in a very strange sequence too. It rolls off my mind naturally, and explains my really bad punctuation. It’s something I hear and can’t be spoken. I’ve tried it and it doesn’t work at all.
As I stated somewhere else, poetry is a God-given gift to me as a way to express myself. All I can say is this. . . . it came to me unawares at a very late age, while in a state of God’s amazing Grace of complete extended calm and safety. (I hear each italicized word clearly, distinctly, and separately. Punctuate and stress it like music now, I’m at a total loss! My writing needs to be spoken.)
As I began to write and only years later did I look back, was I able to see it was given to me, for clearer understanding of my life . . . . without the emotional pain.
Someone mentioned the name of Robert Frost to me, but I never read poetry EVER . . . . in my life. It didn’t make any sense to me.
I remembered his name this morning and found this . . . . too:
“Poetry begins in trivial metaphors, pretty metaphors, “grace” metaphors, and goes on to the profoundest thinking that we have. Poetry provides the one permissible way of saying one thing and meaning another. People say, “Why don’t you say what you mean?” We never do that, do we, being all of us too much poets. We like to talk in parables and in hints and in indirections — whether from diffidence or some other instinct.”
His quote helped me understand more about . . . . me, and my new “style” of writing. (It changed here.)
Poetry had its “season” in my life, but it’s not a good place for me . . . . to BE. I enjoy “discovery”, researching facts, history, culture, things like that . . . . and the true meaning of each word I choose.
If only Siri could talk!
Thank you to a friend for mentioning the name . . . . Robert Frost!
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.