CoPo

     I read two pieces in the last Thursday Poems series for my English 302 class, Introduction to Creative Writing.  While listening, it occured to me how beautiful it is that people approach poetry from all different angles.  No two people approach the world with exactly the same outlook, so it makes perfect sense that poets would also not come to it identically.  During the reading, I was confronted with poems about life, death, love, loss, rage, sarcasm, food, tables, deer, and even grocery stores and superheroes.  The wonderful thing about poetry is that there will never be an end to it.  Humanity will never use up all of its resources of language or all of the possibilities maintained wihin poetics.  I am irked when people claim to “hate” poetry.  I don’t think it is possible, because if you hated poetry you would also have to hate life.  Poetry is life…and not in an emo, beatnik, teeny-bopper sort of way.  It is life because every time a person feels, they are experiencing poetry.  Every time a person looks at the world and takes time to absorb it, they are experiencing poetry.  Poetry is everywhere and can be found in all things.

I know I am probably rambling and more than likely making no sense.  Please excuse that. 

Original post by chelseanewnam