On Poetry

I have always thought of people who write poetry as NOT HUMAN. I'm not talking of those far-away beings like Tennyson who wrote the first poem that I 'recited' to an audience - The Beggar Maid and other works of art like The Charge of the Light Brigade and The Lady of Shalott; I am talking of people I know, who are otherwise normal, who can make phrases rhyme, who can piece together an ABABA style or even a 'modern' poem that dosen't rhyme, but sounds so damn good!

Take T for example; She is brilliant. Her poems are almost always sad, angry or upset. But they are beautifully so. And R, he is an effing genius when it comes to describing emotions with metaphors or K, who I was knew for 5 years before I knew that she wrote poetry.

Pigs. I love poetry. Not to the extent that I can quote Keats at the drop of a hat (though I do know "I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still") but I like to read them. But can I write poems? Hell No. I have tried. And what a miserable product that was! Embarassing, it was.

This is a testament of my jealousy.