Why Do I Write Poetry?

I like words. I like the way they can be mixed with other ones
to make a sound soup or a puzzle
or something that sings and resonates with me during the day.
Writing is hedonism, too. It's very personal, and private.
Not all solitary pleasure-making is auto-erotic, you know.

I don't care if anyone dislikes how I say things
-- although I am careful to watch my language…
That would be letting the cat out of the bag.

I am careful not to let my true feelings about religion
or politics
or popular culture
or rap music or
media sweethearts
or ignorant bozos and bozettes
get free on the page
that others might see.

Writing is cheap. It costs nothing.
You can borrow a pencil from the cashier at the counter, 

or the guy at the next table.
You can write on napkins.
You can write on the edge of the magazine pages
or the newspaper that someone left on the other table.

Writing doesn't require you to buy paint
and brushes
and turpentine
and an easel
and canvas
and have a room with good North light.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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November 12, 2008 at 7:16 AM
I liked this poem a lot! It reflects what many of us on P.S. feel each day about our writing! Like you, I often find myself jotting down words in the oddest places, on a napkin, on a tablet next to my bed in the dark, whenever an idea strikes me. Nicely done, Thomas! ~ Carrie
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