Poetry for the Ones Who Say They Don’t Like Poetry
Poetry exists everywhere:
in the cracked teacup,
weary from use.
In the lingering pauses
between strangers
on a midnight train.
It waits patiently—
like pressed flowers
in a forgotten book,
and clings to old windowpanes
long after the rain.
It’s in a newborn’s first cry,
and in the flurry of birds
slicing the sky
like jets
on the Fourth of July.
Whoever says,
“I don’t like poetry,”
has never truly listened—
not to the random sounds
that become words,
that become language,
that turned grunts into names,
and names into meaning.
He’s never been undone
by a mother’s eyes,
brimming
with an ocean of love.
Never paused to admire
old lovers holding hands,
holding canes,
crossing the road of life
with slow, sacred steps.
And if he’s truly never seen
or felt any of that—
then he hasn’t lived.
And he certainly hasn’t loved.
Pity the man
who has neither lived
nor loved.
For if he had,
he’d never say,
“I don’t like poetry.”
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Amen, Neha, and this poem is a delightful example of what it’s about.
Thank you, Mitch!
Welcome.
So, thanks for liking one of my pictures and for introducing me to your poetry. I’ve read a few this morning and enjoyed them very much, so yes, keep on sending them. Like you, I’ve been absent from WP for some time, mine due to ill health, then laziness, then the writing muscle seemed to atrophy, and, well, it’s back to mind fuddle! I’ll work my way through this though and get back, but I miss my travelling life which was my main thing, and it’s hard to switch.
I liked everything about your blog except the picture of the American flag and the ‘planes. It’s a lovely image, but nowadays, the sight of that once admired flag that was a beacon of hope to so many, makes me think of war, killings and aggression. Sorry to mention this, but it did spoil my readings.
I’ll keep checking in to see further work and look forward to reading more poetry – and even prose.
Firstly, thank you so much for taking the time to read my blog and leave me a message. It means the world to me. Being a blogger you will understand. Secondly, I do hope you are feeling better and will be getting back to what you love; travelling and blogging. I feel when I write I stay motivated.
I do know what you are referring to, things in general are very disappointing on the global political front. But that’s even more of a reason to write and voice your opinion in a constructive manner. Infact, I will be sharing some poems about all the things you are alluding to.
I am a hopeless romantic and believe we can and will change the world, if we just persist. And besides “persisting” is a better course of action than not doing anything at all, even if there is only 1% chance of success.