Love/Hate

Having done nothing much apart from write a poem today I am absolutely exhausted for no apparent reason. But I have written a poem, one of my better ones I think. The key to writing poems for me is when I hear a line, a sentence, something someone says and it becomes a line of poetry in my head, and the whole poem just forms from it almost instantaneously. It's a good thing I had my notebook with me today. But it's back home tomorrow for a couple of weeks, so hopefully I won't struggle to find inspiration away from the glorious Kingston. I get a sort of sense of achievement after I finish a poem though, it's strange. It's as if this is what I was really meant to do and I only actually realised it aged 19. I find that strange. What am I talking about, I hate poetry. Okay, okay, I like it a bit. But what I thought poetry was and what poetry actually is are different things. Poetry that you have to read four hundred times to look for a deeper meaning than what's on the page is not my kind of poetry. I like witty poetry, something that tells a story clearly and focuses on something people can relate to. I'm falling in love with this kind of poetry I think. Once I've got my witty one liner, it all just drips out of the pen faster than I can get it down. I really need to stop talking about poetry, how boring. But nothing else is really happening in my life right now so... you'll have to suck it.