Today in English she asked us what we thought of poetry.
Something I read, but something I taste as well
Something I enjoy, but also something I tire of occasionally
Poetry, poetry, poetry,… all the free verse and none of it
It’s feeling full even though you haven’t eaten all day
It’s staying up to explore even though you’re dead tired
Chewing something that isn’t there but gives you flavour
These are just some things that I think of poetry.
Even though my lines are so long and the title doesn’t even make sense, it doesn’t really matter, I guess. Because poetry has no set format. Yay 🙂