a poem about why i love poetry

I love poetry.

it’s simple and incredibly intricate.

rather, it’s more emotionally taxing and yet more emotionally accessible than prose.

I love the words, the rhythm, the banter between each syllable.

I like to read it out loud when I’m in the bathroom or lying in bed.

I let each locution roll out of my mouth, like a seven-year old rolling down the hill on his parents’ farm in Virginia somewhere.

Anytown, USA

I like America more than I let on.

that’s why I read poetry. 

it kicks me in my soul.

 

 

I like to read poetry because it makes me write poetry. I was reading the Paris Review this morning, as per my usual daily constitutional. I’ve gotten to the point where I read great lines, and mark them down in my journal. 

 

also, I very much enjoy time-lapse photography. that’s utterly random.