How did I get here? I used to dislike poetry. I mean, they are structurely weird, they make no logical sense whatsoever and they are pointlessly sophisticated that effectively humble their readers more than they enlighten. Why would anyone write anything that is intentionally confusing? Even worse, why would anyone enjoy reading anything that intentionally confuses them?
There was once a friend suggested that I probably disliked it because I did not understand it. That time, I more than agreed with him. Poetry confuses me. And I hate not understanding English, especially when everyone else does. Then he went on saying that I probably did not understand it because I haven't written any, and I should write some. But how can I write something which I had disliked for all my life?
Well, many things happened in between. Somewhen much later during a bunch meeting, we had a meditation exercise where we write down our thoughts. Horrifyingly, a poetry-like 'thought' was produced. But surprisingly, I actually felt inspired by it. I even felt like I understood the words. Somehow, the sophisticated words transformed into images and stories, flowed from it emotions that no words can describe. Maybe that's what poetry does? Reveals the true emotional expressions that cannot be described with words - even though poetry are written in words?
I tried to write poetry after that, but of no avail. It seemed that I could only write poetry when I'm not trying. After a long while, I gave up trying to write poetry. But at least I can read poetry now, a little. Sometimes I can even feel the writer. Even song lyrics carries more meaning now. Then, a couple of nights ago, a childhood habit came back - reaching the stars. I reached and I reached, and amazingly, words came pouring in, trying to describe my feelings, my thoughts.
The next morning, it took me courage to decide posting it here. I guess it was the 'encouragements' from my friends that helped me decide. It it weren't for Jon who brought it up during a conversation, and Karen who sparked it during a bunch meeting, and listeningpoint.org who 'encouraged' me (by peer pressure) to post this, I wouldn't come to this point. So, thanks guys!
Strange huh? I have never even dreamed that I'm capable of writing poetry of any sort until that day.
Posted by kg at June 20, 2004 2:11 AMyea.. we, from the listeningpoint, do have such an impact in ur life eh? peer pressure's just one of our finer ways, man... hehehe
na...
only kidding.
am so glad u're where u're @ now in terms of writing poetry. u can write really well man.. so use it. the pen is mightier than the sword, and is a words with it, a mighty instrument to glorify God.
:)
inspired WITH you..
oops... dunno why there's the words "is a" in that line bout words there...
d'oh!
Thanks man..
Don't worry about the typo, I've done worse. When I was proof-reading the "poetry and me" today I found out that I emphasized (via italics) the wrong words, even though I proof-read them countless of times yesterday.
Don't check - already fixed them. -]