Why I hate poetry

Why I hate poetry

A Poem by Richard Layne
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A poem about hating poetry ha ha

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“Why I hate poetry”

As you go though life, you build up
Layers
of self deceit, layers upon layers
Of lies.
Words and dams
And damn the words
To prevent pain.

Why I hate poetry is that
Poetry
Doesn't allow things to be divided,
Blocked or dammed
Or be damned blockheaded.
It is elusive
And yet direct.
It is emotion. It is the senses.
It is the phantom limb severed
By my own hand.

I tried to stop writing for 15 years
To hide from myself
My constipated, closed minded self.
That is why I hate poetry.
But, there is no hiding.
It is honest and unblinking.
And draws me out to face
The things
Forgotten but yet not.

The power of the words to bring back
The taste
And smell
And feel
Of the innocence of expectations.

I hate poetry
For the promise of what could have been.

But damn, I love poetry
For the promise of what still can be.



© 2013 Richard Layne



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Richard Layne
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Great job getting back on the horse. I loved,
"It is emotion. It is the senses.
It is the phantom limb severed
By my own hand," suggesting that the narrator cut himself off intentionally from his own emotions.
Poetry speaks in the language of the senses, of emotions, and often rejects logic for the sake of a deeper connection to truth. In dreams we dip beneath the surface and reach a place that connects to raw emotions, to deep desires and fears. Poetry speaks in that language of the soul. Makes it hard to hide and write well at the same time. Well done here!

Posted 1 Month Ago


very good message,your mind tells the truth,
like looking into a mirror

Posted 3 Months Ago


Richard Layne

3 Months Ago

Thank you wordman
it really is an addiction, i have stopped writing several times or run dry of inspiration but always it lingers just waiting for that word or phrase or image to start me off again being a slave to its demands day and night.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Richard Layne

3 Months Ago

Yeah Stella, what a happy slave we are most of the time
I really like this. I stopped writing poetry for a couple of years after having been writing for a very, very long time. Even through my time of not writing, I felt a constant need to write, but I always pushed it to the side until I just couldn't anymore. I related to this a lot. Really great work.

~Luna

Posted 3 Months Ago


Richard Layne

3 Months Ago

Thank you Luna. I tried to quit again but I always come back
Breakin' it down and layin' it out.
The same loving "hatefulness" we all harbor.
Hard-hitting yet quite lovely, Richard!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Richard Layne

4 Months Ago

Thank you Jimmy Yetts
I'm glad you started writing again. I like the set-up and the thoughts in the poem.
"But damn, I love poetry
For the promise of what still can be. "
The above lines are true. Words can be many things. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


The title pulled me right in and you didn't disappoint! You strike deep with the feeling of what poetry does to us.. the beauty and passion of it.. all it reveals in the deepest ways. Powerful!

Posted 3 Years Ago


A interesting write with many reasons and yet in the end it's still loved. I really like the last two lines.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Yeah, you should never stop writing! You sir are a poet! Great write!

Posted 4 Years Ago


A splendid read and write...I love the ending too...The conclusion...:)

Posted 4 Years Ago



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