Read Poetry With Your Heart

That’s not poetry. This is poetry. That cannot be poetry. It is not iambic pentameter. That is a calamity; this is outstanding. Out standing in an alley, behind a dumpster kind of writing. We cannot agree for we do not have the same ideas. And this is why poetry cannot be deciphered, understood or dissected by anyone’s brain; it must be felt by your heart. The poems I throw onto a page are my own feelings and thoughts. Sometimes not clear to anyone but me, other times they appeal to many. I am compelled to write because I cannot fathom not writing. I have a daily “quota” for myself, not caring about anything but the number. This means that some of my stuff is great, most of it is not so terrific, And a few of the things I toss onto a poetry site are truly bad poetry. My philosophy is this: Poetry is a numbers game. Poetry contests are a numbers game. Words and numbers holding hands, swinging hands, enjoying each other. I laugh when I read some of the comments. All of the tips I get on how to improve my poetry are from the newbies. Newbies who have written less than three poems usually are full of tips. I think this is hilarious. It makes me laugh. Everything about poetry for me is fun, and so are tips from newbies. That is my poetry philosophy for today. And here is my only advice – go with your heart. Some of the poems I read are so metaphoric I do not understand them with my mind. However, my SOUL loves them, my heart adores them, and they give me joy. Keep writing until the pink flamingos roost on your head.