Poetry is what I begin to write,
When the house becomes so quiet at night,
And upon me grows a strange sensation,
Caused by mute sensory deprivation.
Emotions well-up deep inside of me,
Words, leap from my fingers to be set free,
With little regard for figures or facts,
Or for the Reader's actute sense of tact.
Such lies lay within the information,
On the above generalization,
Of what poetry here does mean to me,
It need not all be, "pretty words," you see?
Like putting your words into a strict form,
A challenge against writing to the norm,
"A challenge," I say!! Can you be able?
To guess the rules of this foolish fable?
Updated 3/17/01:
So it is obvious that if I let the above poem stand alone it will get downvoted into oblivion. No matter that it tries to make several points, albeit not clearly:
- Poetry need not all be figurative language and "pretty words."
- It need not always be a vocabulary exercise either.
- Some poetry is written just for the challenge of writing to a form.
- Sometimes the challenge of doing so can create interesting wit within the prose.
- Not all language, even on e2, should need to be clear. Sometimes the author wishes to challenge the reader.
- This is an artform...after all.