musings on poetry and elbowsPosted: February 23, 2013
I have a friend who I sometimes ask to preview my poetry for her opinion.
Once I sent her a new poem which I viewed as the epitome of romance and passion.
Her emailed response, “Trite”.
Ouch, aside from the fact I had to look up the word.
“What about the stanza about breasts?” I asked.
This time, “Breasts are already taken, find another part.”
I had to laugh, but she was right. Poetry is more about original use of language. Instead of using cliche, create images worthy of becoming them. Some things have been spoken of enough.
The other night I read two poems new poems to my wife. Afterwards, I understood that in reading poetry aloud to another, it’s the honesty of the verse that creates a closeness like few other things. How I enjoy reading aloud.
May you discover your elbow of love.