Some poets like to make observations about the natural world. Spinning intricate word webs to catch a reader’s fancy by describing sunsets, animals, bugs, oceans, clouds, etc, nature poets find solace in observing the non human world.
Some poets use their craft as soap box editorial poetry, espousing opinions on topics not always easily approachable, yet significant in that a valid conversation needs to address some sort of reasonable compromise.
Some poets use poetry as a cathartic device or even a primal scream method of airing one’s troubles out, for all to see, a sort of poetry therapy. Once out, the pains can be reconciled and dealt with on a basis of sound heath and reliable truths.
Some poets are romantic poets , and focus on themes of love and loss. It is a broad field to kick the ball around in, with a flexible playbook of emotions to maneuver within unlimited boundaries of adoration.
Some poets write dark poetry, delving deep within the depths of a tortured soul attempting to translate a wicked world into something not only acceptable but also enjoyable… and not so scary after all but relatable.
Some poets exist on the flip side of the spiritual coin, operating on devotional poetry, concentrating on the hope of redemption within a world weighed down by all that is contentious to a peaceful spirit.
Then there are those everyday poets that just like to write for writings sake. Relentless journal fillers turning to fancy means of communicating their ideas, these poets love to turn a phrase, experiment, and just simply love to write for no other reason but to create.
Yet every poet hits a wall. Lack of quality material, forgetting an unforgettable phrase, losing poems due to a computer problem, life and death events, distraction of every order,…. these issues dog every bard in one way or another.
What kind of a writer are you? What keeps you writing poet? Have you ever hit this wall? Let me know if any of this resonates with you dear reader! We love to hear from you.
See you tomorrow for a resounding conclusion to see where I’m going with this article in Patience and Fortitude #2 ! To be continued…
Matt Elmore
Great thought provoking post as ever Matt. Me? I'm all of the above, and none of the above. I refuse to be holed like a pigeon. I do not type in stereo. (You missed comic poets btw). I do not have standard-eyes. I can't define myself other than to say I am a poet. You cannot cast my type.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh you’re right.. How could I forget the comic poets?! It’s amazing how a can balance exist there! I have to admit I am with you on being a bit of them all. It’s what makes us more of selective humans… Thanks Steve!!!
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