Where was I going with this? Oh, right!
It may be easy to mock poetry for all that stuff I mentioned before but when it's done right, I find it takes a level of talent that goes beyond the ability to write prose.
I've made it a goal to start writing poetry. But it's hard, especially when I hold poems by Robert Frost in such high regard.
Posted below is my second favorite poem by Frost.
Oh man, there's so much to love about this poem: the clear evocation of mood and environment the writer is in, the haunting quiet of a snowy evening in the woods. But it's also about how the writer has a purpose and this stop, however pleasant, is a brief respite for there are still things that need to be done and responsibilities to fulfill before he can rest.
When faced with that kind of talent, maybe I should look in a different direction, to deliberately write BAD poetry instead.
If I want to write bad poetry, I can look to guidance from the Vogons. The Vogons are an alien race that appeared in Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. They are stubborn, bureaucratic and rude. They also write the third worse poetry in the universe.
Here's an example:
So I'm thinking maybe I'm not ready to lower my sights just yet and I should try to aim for good poetry.
Let's give it a try.
OK, maybe the Vogon thing's not such a bad idea.
Be good to one another.
I'm So Glad My Suffering Amuses You