My Theories on Writing Poetry, A Poem and 24 (spoiler)

When I write poetry, rarely is one based on a single person or episode, or feeling. They are usually taken from my interactions with several people, or conversations with friends and aquataintances. Sometimes a single event inspires a poem. These poems tend to be my darkest or angriest. These are the ones I wish the person(s) in question would read. A few times I have pointed them in the right direction but whether they have been read or not is never a certainty. I know this all sounds very cliche but it is all true. Writing is very healing and occasionally someone will tell you, you have touched a nerve or written something they feel as well. It is the reward, the pay off of writing. The rewards are nice but I would write them regardless, they are my reward to myself. I never really wrote much at all until I turned 49, there was something about edging towards 50 that sparked the writing "bug".

Every now and then an event or story will prompt a humorous poem. These are the most fun to write, they serve the same purpose as the darker ones, to get out of my head and put on paper.

I was strictly posting poems in the beginning but sometimes something just needs, to me, to be put on paper. These more traditional blogs are fun as well.

The bigger question is, am I posting these for myself or are others reading as well. I see the post count numbers go up on the flag counter but are these people stopping to read or just passing through? I like to think some are enjoying the blog. Every now and then someone leaves a comment and that is appreciated. If you are shy, you can always post anonymously. Registering is easy if you choose and you can join without blogging, just reading. I also have a list of blogs I follow. Some are funny, some are more serious and some are my relatives sharing their lives with us from far away.


A Poem

Your mood is always good you say,
I don't believe you, no how, no way.

Maybe it's for me, your venom you save,
I don't think I am reading into the words you gave.

It was fun while it lasted but now you've changed your tune,
Sarcasm and insults seem to be the only words you now spoon.

What happened to sharing the banter,
Silly me to think it was fun and laughter.

Bored and onto other things,
This is what indifference brings.

Attitudes like this take their toll,
On the mind and on the soul.

Be prepared for the worst,
Come a time for you it will burst.

All alone and wondering why,
Your life and loves have passed you by.

I try to move on with the rest,
Living my life at my best.


24 (spoiler)

Just watching the newest episode of 24 and more excitement. Tony shot himself to look like he was in the crossfire that killed Larry. It was all going well for him but Jack, with his superior intellect and random clues, figures out something is up with Tony. He is questioning Tony when he has a seizure and Tony shows him something (didn't catch what, will have to watch that bit again) and it makes him realize that Tony is on the dark side. There was also a lot of gun fire and a couple of explosions, and my daughter said they are going to run out of FBI agents before they get the bad guy...funny... she may have a point.