“On Poetry” by Daniel S. Irwin April 6, 2008
Posted by Rodger Jacobs in On Literature.Tags: Daniel S. Irwin, poetry, poets, writers, writing
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I never planned on writing poetry.
Never thought of poetry as
anything other than weird crap
strung together with a plan
or slapped together
with no plan at all
written by strange men
and garden club women.
Merry rhyme at best and
bull crap form at worst.
Strange stuff you were
forced to read in school.
Then somewhere, somehow
I found ‘underground’.
Poetry that said more than
sweet nothings or just
sang of pretty butterflies.
Poetry that spoke of life.
Poetry that spoke of
real things good and bad.
Poetry that spoke of
the human condition with
all the failings of the world
both assailed and embraced
portraying desperation and hope
on the same level as kismet.
And thoughts come at random
unannounced from well hidden
depths of emotion and logic
and I write them down as
unplanned poetry by a
now poet.
(Daniel S. Irwin is an Illinois-based “artist/writer (both a matter of opinion) and works with the criminally insane.” His work can be found at My Coffee, Zygote, Spin, and Yellow Mama)
True sentiment, Daniel. Poetry is indeed more than imabic pentameter.
underground is good–good job
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
–Alexander Pope
Excellent citation, Geoffrey. Thank you.