should poetry be soft and warm and full of buttery hallmarky goodness? a fluffy pillow? a humorous stitch in your side, a curve of lip in amused whimsy?
or should it stick in your gut like too much greasy pizza hut pizza and warm fizzy soda on a hot day, heavy like a block of cheap cheddar left on the counter too long, sweaty and beaded?
like black fire ants crawling just beneath the skin?
how should poetry strike the reader? like a soothing massage, cucumbers laid green and moist on the eyes?
or a dull thump, a wedge of sorrow and guilt in the throat right above the lungs? a red handprint across the cheek? the moist lips of a lover no longer felt, the smell and fog of rain spreading wide like a hand, pushing the dry heat of the desert out and down like dough under a rolling pin?
an easy to digest, easy to distance from paper of somebody else’s words? or, an in-your-face-I-am-now-part-of-you-I-am-inside-of-you voice, a living thing breathing?
a color inside the lines Thomas Kincaid? or...
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No nonsense, to the point, clear but not obvious poetry - 1
Fluff - 0
. . . yes . . .
When I write poetry I don't know that I control how the reader is going to take it - but I know how I need to lay it out. I write most of my poetry as therapy, a way to express the unexpressable feelings I have swirling inside of me. Sometimes, though rarely, those feelings are happy ones that either have stuck in my throat or there is no one who would understand like my paper. But for the most part it is terrible feelings, memories that no one else will understand or wants to hear. I think how it effects the reader depends on the readers on state of mind at the time of reading and what is going on in their life.
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