We Call It Poetry

An old one on the observation of poets.

With poetry--

A lonely woman 
can write about her lover 
on valentine's day. 
She can describe his most endearing traits 
line upon line upon line--
                               as if...he existed.

A young girl 
can share her deepest erotic thoughts, 
demonstrating an ability 
to take the reader's hand
and guide them with her words,
leaving them satiated--
but only 
if she's skilled enough.

For those depressed 
and those searching 
to release their pain--
It's a bloodletting.

They've been raped,
they've been bullied,
ignored and even wounded. 
The dark side held them too long.

They need you to listen 
or simply just notice they're alive. 
They may wonder if writing 
is all a fruitless endeavor
when their written cries for help
go unnoticed.

But behind poetry's walls...

A man can offer us a character, 
from a fictitious town
that resembles trees, sidewalks, 
roads and even paths 
of his own treasured youth. 

An adolescent can share a broken heart 
with a seemingly invisible world. 
He/she can release all the angst, 
tear by tear, 
until the poem has ended--
         for now. 

Poetry is a haven 
for ideas, rants, memories or thoughts 
that otherwise would go unheard by most.
The family simply wouldn't understand.  

It is a platform 
for those skilled or unskilled; 
for those confident 
and those apprehensive; 
for those that standout 
and those whose computer 
is their only escape. 

Some here,
have painstakingly learned 
poetry has its elements: 
meter, rhyme, metaphor, and more.
As for others, 
form, cadence, line breaks... 
are all unimportant.

The prolific and the obscene;
those with morals 
and those without;
religious; atheists...
they're all involved.

People have left poetry 
for greener pastures, 
only to re-emerge 
days, weeks, or even years later
when the writer needed another ear 
to listen to all he/she wanted to say.

It is a source of frustration, 
joy and confusion, 
all mentioned into one place.

It is your yesteryear, your today, 
and all your tomorrows. 

It's a percentage of your life, 
your time and your thoughts. 
It consists of creation
and destruction.

It's a statement; it's a confession.
It's a voice that understands;
It's a disciplinarian that doesn't.
It's a welcome sign.
It's a keep out sign.
It's a microcosm of continents 
and far off cultures.
It's a ghost from the past.
It's a community.
It's a small town.
It's a lyrical lagoon.

It's you...it's me...it's us
sailing within
our own private harbor.

And we call it

POETRY.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Woody]

brilliant depiction of WC and its "patrons". as I was reading along, I caught myself nodding in ascent cos you really hit it on the head, Relic.
I find WC a wonderful place to spend time and learn and, maybe, bring something with you for all to see.
good one, Relic.

[Relic]

Thanks so much for the review Woody

[Island Hippy]

Aloha relic, what a great read. We can all find ourselves somewhere in your words. "It's you...it's me...it's us" so true. Izzy

[Relic]

Thank you Hippy. :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

Wot a lot of luvly words. I shall dwell on this all night! ... while I sail into my own private harbour. Lovely!

[Relic]

Thank you very much for reading it. :)

[.]

A very enjoyable write, Relic.

You have perfectly defined the world of poetry and the purpose of this forum. Poetry has long been viewed as not just a form of artistic expression but also as a form of poetic therapy for the troubled mind. All your examples throughout the piece are spot on; we all have our skill levels and styles and our reasons for writing what we write. And that is the joy of poetry. Freedom of imagination and expression and love for the written word.

A very well executed piece of writing. Very relevant and with a great picture to accompany it. Very well done.

[Relic]

I appreciate your review, thank you.:)

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Very deep and true beautifully composed.


I love it!


It's you...it's me...it's us
sailing within
our own private harbor.

And we call it

POETRY.

[Relic]

Thank you for the review.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're welcome 😊

[Lorry]

A wonderful compendium of all the minds behind the words and the lives led in all the directions that bring us all together. From the humble, to the self righteous, the nervous to the braggart, and each and every flavour in between. You have captured perfectly what many attempt, to explain the very definition of why we are all connected, despite our wide and varied differences. Superbly so, I may add.

[Relic]

Thank you very much for your words.

[Lorry]

You're welcome.

[Kirsty Woodward]

Precisely. There's no rules to poetry.

[Relic]

Thanks for reading Kirstywood.

[D Connolly]

I love this. You've encompassed all that poetry is, was, or could be to all of us.

[Relic]

Thank you D. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This feels so much like written for me! I loved the reality of it ☺

[Relic]

Thank you.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You are welcome ☺

[mattavelli]

Hello, Relic! :)
This reads as a good description of this website. People come here for many reasons. You seem to come and go often. Good to see you.

[Relic]

I do Matt, I do.

My thanks.

[barleygirl]

You just reviewed one of my poems, starting with the observation that it's nice to find a woman writing about something other than love (or something to that effect). So then I come here to read this with a built-in bias, anticipating your bias, & I sort of found it. The tone of your message seems to be straddling the line of being judgmental & yet expressing acceptance. I share many of your feelings, even the critical ones, all well-stated here. The take-away is that this isn't really a place for serious writers, but rather, another social outlet mostly . . . *smile*

[Relic]

Straddling the line....Hmm, yeah, it's possible I did do that. I've changed a little over the last three years since I wrote this so my view of this place is more laid back now. I realize it's a free writing site so I'm not so uptight as I used to be. Those trolls though, uhg.
Thanks for your thoughts.