Resurrecting Poetry
I wrote this verse when in my early twenties:
Oh, troubled woes of the undetermined mind!
What sweet placidity
would sure countenance prevail!
Aphrodite, make haste with your decision on me.
For the mind cannot decipher
what the heart was meant to read.
Entrance me with a spell of adoration.
Sicken me with a disease of the heart.
For reason kneels before you,
Impotent against the torments of your art.
It’s not the best, but occasionally I will write a poem for fun.
Do you know Paul Nachbar? If not, I suggest contacting him through Facebook. He wouldn’t mind I’m sure. He has written tons of poetry and much of it very good. You can tell him I say, “hi!”
Anyway, keep writing for your own sake even if it never becomes big here. Most true poets (unlike me) feel compelled to write anyway, and it is good to keep your mind working in a way that keeps it on what is beautiful in this often ugly world. The world needs poets even if it doesn’t know it.
Regards,
Noah