poetry experiences

I’m sorry that I couldn’t post this earlier, but the internet at my house has been really unreliable, and was down yesterday and this morning.

I am not that into poetry, I’ve read it in school for the past four or so years but I’ve never really enjoyed it. However I have several fond memories of poetry. Of course when you’re four you enjoy the stories that you are read. I especially enjoyed limericks because they are usually direct and exiting. Then later in my life when we had to read the raven by Edger Allen Poe, I really enjoyed that poem just because of the raven, but that still wasn’t my favorite poetry experience.

My favorite poem was another one by Edger Allan Poe that we read in eighth grade. I’m pretty sure it was called the beating heart, or something similar. It’s where there’s a crazy guy and he kills his house mate and chops him up and puts him under the floor boards. But when the police arrive, he thinks he can hear the guy’s heart beating under the floor and eventually confesses. I think. I’m not totally sure about the confession, that’s because the experience wasn’t so much about the poem; it was about the follow up.

After we read the poem, we were supposed to write our own poem with vivid imagery like was in the one we read. Anyway, I really got into that assignment. Mine was one of the best in the class. This was kind of big for me because I’m not really the competitive type, like when I do better than other people I’m happy, but I don’t push to surpass others. But when I did so well on than assignment, I sort of realized that I could do poetry. And that was awesome.

So poetry is defiantly kind of a mixed thing for me, I appreciate it when other people write it, but it doesn’t really come naturally to me. I like to think about what the meaning of certain poems is, but I feel like when you analyze poems, they sort of loose what was special about them, but I feel that way about books too. But generally I like poems as long as I don’t have to write too many of them.