Pointless
I’ve read the greats as well as the unknowns
Gobsmacked at the similes, metaphors, synecdoche, metonymy
Inspired by the diction, the imagery
I swoon, I weep, I ponder—the depth and breadth of human emotion
Present in the lines and stanzas of good poetry
All of it leaves me to wonder:
Why add one more voice?
Why add one more verse?
Does the world need one more poet, when it barely pays attention
To the ones who already inspire?
But it’s the poem for the world or the poet? I always see poetry as a personal processing that we sometimes share to connect with others. I like your poems so far. Keep going.
Thanks, Sarah! And a great question–I’ve never thought of it that way before, but I think I lean toward the poem being for the poet. And if the world accepts it, then that’s just gravy.