Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Poetry Versus Verse

Poetry is something I do not understand
Words my soul reads and instantly recognizes,
Leaping about in joy, yelling "let's try to do that!"

words tossed in a way I never could
romantical and metaphoric
charming, delightful, or frightful

Poetry is not something I do,
it is something I aspire to learn
as I write verse

I write verse
Pretending it is poetry
hoping no one will call me out.
Sometimes I throw in end rhymes
Hoping to fool those who do not see what I do
That poetry is impossible for most of us
who smoke and mirror our way through,
being the greatest pretenders of all.

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Anisha Dutta April 5, 2021 at 11:05 PM No Caren. Poetry is easier to compose as you have full freedom to play wit words. Free verse is same but Verse has a restriction of syllable count or meter. It seems harder to me. I couldn't follow ,why this poem is marked 'Haiku". Love. Caren Krutsinger April 6, 2021 at 8:48 AM I am so glad you pointed this out to me Anisha. I have no idea how this was labelled haiku. I am going to change it right now! I hope you did not spend too much time trying to conjure up a reason. Smile. Smile.

L Milton Hankins April 5, 2021 at 10:47 AM Ah, Caren, I hate to disagree with you, but you DO write poetry. There is poetry, and then there is POETRY! You have written some amazing, charming verse, but I wouldn't hesitate to call it poetry. We can't all be Wordsworth, certainly not me! Shakespeare, maybe...but, no.... Caren Krutsinger April 5, 2021 at 12:04 PM Thank you my friend! I appreciate it

Quoth Theraven April 5, 2021 at 7:41 AM Caren, 'I write verse ~~ Pretending it is poetry ~~ hoping no one will call me out.' I know, right? Same as the rest of us. This wonder in poetry started with our smiling hands playing 'Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man'.., and with any luck will all end with 'this little piggy crying wee wee wee all the way home'. -Richard Caren Krutsinger April 5, 2021 at 12:05 PM Thank you for fully understanding this one Richard. I keep thinking "someone will discover that I have been fooling people".

Mahtab Bangalee April 5, 2021 at 12:26 AM Poetry, poet- fragrance, and petals on a stalk of a flower where the stalk of a flower is the wisdom of thinking! Caren Krutsinger April 5, 2021 at 6:00 AM The wisdom of thinking cannot be expressed hard enough if you ask me!