Earlier this month, I stood in-front of my table selling poetry books, mugs, handmade fabrics and jewelry. A tall fellow comes by and begins to thumb the pages in one of the books. With a slight grin he says, I thought poetry is supposed to be sweet. I replied, No, I like to write realistic poetry that takes on a life of it’s own. Though some poems can be sweet. He then puts the book down and scampers off as his boombox plays a sweet melody from the 80’s.
My poetic response to this situation is as follows:
YOU
Poetry can be whatever you want it to be
But poets are not a monolith
We all create according to our artistic voice
No one poet is alike
We are a snake cuddling up for warmth
But still willing and able to bite
We are the sun beaming in the day
We are the hanging moon reflecting the pale light
Sometimes, poetry is like a seductive bouquet of assorted roses
Though beautiful, the thorns are painful to the touch
We close the distance between near and far for the sake of closeness
Inch closer to my words
I need your ears so my dreams can give birth
Your eyes so my words can come to life
But even your criticism too…
Because poetry is a conversation happening within YOU
Love always, Esha ❤
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