Published December 5, 2009
In studying the smoking gun
that is poetry,
I've came across
things such as
assonance
and repetition,
end rhyme
and alliteration.
These things I know not,
the mechanics and workings
of the printed word,
I don't know how
to control.
For I am no poet
on the outside
nor am I a poet
on the inside,
there's an essence
deep within
that is poetic
that runs its course
through my veins
To my fingers
and I merely transcribe
its thoughts.
I have no way
of guiding
nor helping
the flowing words
reach their destination.
As you can see
writing for me
is very different
I have no way with words;
The words have a way
with me.
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I really like this and I feel the same way about poetry. If you just sit and edit all day is it really still your work? Anyway just thought I would tell you that.
Hiya, Silent!
I've read some very good poetry by you, so I was excited to read some more! Unfortunately, this didn't please me as much as other poems of yours. I could go stanza and stanza, breaking it down for you, but I'd just be repeating myself.
Through the entire piece, the speaker seems to just be talking about himself writing poetry. It's almost cliche now to say that the poem writes itself. People use it still, which is perfectly fine! Anything is technically cliche; it's making it your own that's difficult. But here the poem ended on that cliche note, and therefore, everything leading up to that point just sounds empty of meaning. In fact, I think I'd do something like this in an essay about poetry. It would make an awesome analysis. In a poem, it doesn't capture me.
I like what you're going for though! The words just flowing from your fingers beyond your control. I just wish you had a better metaphor to use than just writing a poem. What else flows from something like words flowing from your fingertips? Then build off of that metaphor. What you have here is a basic introductory paragraph for an analysis paper on your own poetry writing, describing what you know, what you've learned, what you're aware of, and generally how it's all ignored and you let your fingers do what they feel like.
I'd try writing this poem again with more of a theme than just a straightforward message. Reading a poem about poetry is kind of blurgh, haha. If you can present such a message without the reader knowing it's about poetry 'til the very end, it would help so much more.
Keep writing!
Jabber, the One and Only!
I'm sorry to say I disagree with this poem. You definitely have a way with words. Even though it doesn't seem to have any visible pattern (Which, correct me if I'm wrong, is mandatory in poetry, I think?), there is a definite sense of rhythm to it. I'm no poet either, and as I was reading this I was thinking, "That's exactly how I feel," and things like that. At one point I was thinking "Now why didn't I think of that?".
Hello, I'm Katie. I really liked this! Although, even though this is a poem, and I may be wrong, wouldn't you think that you are suppose to use correct grammar? Besides that, I love the subject. You are humble, which is what I think pleases me most about it. Great job!
Katie