Poetry? Why Bother?

A poet,

I am not.

But that’s the name of the game here

So let’s have at it.

Start with the basics,

Shall we?

Who am I?

Lover of literature,

Writer of snarky prose,

Marketing wizard extraordinaire.

What the beef with poetry?

Flowery fluff competes with Impenetrable genius (or, so they say)

For praise, attention, a spot atop prestigious curricula lists,

What’s the goal here?

An open-minded exploration into the previously dismissed

To grow, to learn, to wax poetic about my findings

(see what i did there?)

And, as always, to figure it out.

Why now?

A mentor… Equal parts intellectually stimulating and vaguely terrifying

A need to know… Might there be more to this genre than I gave it credit for?

An inkling….Could I be missing out? I must know.

What’s in It for you?

Absolutely nothing…

Except, perhaps, mild entertainment

Takeaway from My Poetic Attempt: Using multiple lines to complete a single sentence and an abundance of commas seems to be how to properly wax poetic. But, in case I’m wrong and there’s more to the art — off we go!