Prose Poem: “I don’t like poetry”


Whoever says, “I don’t like poetry” is a liar. Poetry exists everywhere. It’s in sunrise, nightfall, rain and thunder as much as it is in a mundane book, bed, mantelpiece or window. It’s in a new born babe’s first cry as it is in a flurry of birds shearing through the skies like jets on 4th of July. Whoever says “I don’t like poetry” has never really listened to the random sounds that make up words that make up languages that make monkeys human. He has never been swept by a mother’s eyes brimming with an ocean of love, nor admired old lover’s holding hands, holding canes crossing the road of life.

But if he truly has never seen nor experienced any of that, he hasn’t yet lived, nor loved. Pity the man who has neither lived nor loved. For if he did, he would never have said, “I don’t like poetry!”

9 thoughts on “Prose Poem: “I don’t like poetry”

  1. Poetry is like anything else, some I like and some I dont like. But some I really like, have memorized and even recited by memory and videotaped it on YouTube (@srbottch on YouTube). Theyre, long, narrative poems and you may recognize a couple. Don’t laugh at my serious face, it was hard enough just to remember the words. Let me know if you watch. Meantime, ‘…I have miles to go before I sleep…’. Bye, for now. And I loved your posting. You are always interesting.

So cute of you to drop me a line

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