Well, it’s National Poetry Month. I think it’s obvious from a perusal of my blog that I don’t read poetry much. It’s too empheral for me who likes to grasp themes and character arcs rather than F E E L I N G S. I know books are subjective, but poems feel even more so as it’s based on the poet’s thoughts and feelings. Unless the narrator is a character, it feels like you have to have firsthand knowledge of the poet to parse out what they’re trying to convey.

Then they start using metaphors, and yes, I’m still bitter about the time I got a B on English essay because “the moon” in the poem was supposed to represent the Big Ben. Like how was I supposed to know it was set specifically in London? And why refer to the clock as the moon when the moon already exist. Ugh, it just frustrates me to no end. The only poetry I can understand is the one for children like Dr. Seuss or insta poets like Rupi Kaur.

So what do you think of poetry? Beautiful in its own way? Most difficult part of English class? Is there a divide between poet-lovers and book lovers or are there more overlap than I’ve seen?

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