K. Hartless

GloPoWriMo #12 Dear Poetry

Yuroz

Dear Poetry,

My life is a musical because of you.

Each day, a hatchery of imagery.

The sky and clouds whisked

with my grey urbanity.

Some may try to squeeze you,

knee on windpipe,

sock in mouth.

Put you in a box,

six-feet underground,

or prop you on a pedestal,

tell you to have more pedigree.

Tell you to deny yourself rhyme,

to deny yourself uncouth vocabulary

if you want to be first degree.

Tell you your mind is naughty,

but not me.

I love you unconditionally.

To build new structures with

words and lines

an architect of asymmetry.

I’m grateful for each blank page,

each frothy, white sea

which waits to be dived into.

Oh, the juicy pulp of my existence

in your glass squeezed.

Thank you, my poetry.

©2023 | K. Hartless

GloPoWriMo #12 Today, I challenge you to write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e., “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”) This might seem a little “meta” at first, or even kind of cheesy. But it can be a great way of interrogating (or at least, asking polite questions) of your own writing process and the motivations you have for writing, and the motivations you ascribe to your readers.

17 comments

  3. Wonderful tribute to how poetry’s enriched your writing life, K! 😀 This was a beautiful piece, especially: ‘I’m grateful for each blank page,
    each frothy, white sea
    which waits to be dived into.’ Captured that writing headspace perfectly! ❤

    Liked by 2 people

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s