On Poetry
I.
I don’t get poetry,
never did.
Or if I did
it was until Hopkins
then everything went pear-shaped
II.
Before poetry,
Nursery rhymes.
I was okay with nursery rhymes
I saw them as precursors of poems
Trail blazers!
Just goes to show
III.
This is not a poem
If it were a poem it would be incomprehensible
My money says you are still with me
IV.
I once read a poem by WB Yeats
There was this line:
‘pyrne in a gyre’
I think that was the line that turned me off poetry definitively.
V.
WB Yeats had a brother called Jack
Jack was a painter
You can see his work at The National Gallery of Ireland
Entrance is free
Jack's pictures kick butt
Painting is tangible
Poetry is, I think it’s…
probably the synthesis
of unemployment and butt-scratching
VI.
At school I learned what a rhyming couplet was.
When I first heard the expression
I thought it was something sexy.
It’s lots of things
but sexy
it ain’t
VII.
If I was a poet I would know how to finish this.
But I’m not.
But if I was
I'd just say some guy woke me
right before the best part.
Kevin doesn't get poetry. Further evidence of this can be found at http://www.kevsville.blogspot.com.