Poetry

When it comes to English or literature, poetry is slightly difficult to understand at first but when reading the beautifully written stansa. You see how the poet views what we consider ordinary in a brighter and often more beautiful light. The poets who show this in a lot of their works are romantic poets, John Keats being the most famous of them all since he died at the young age of 25, thinking he was a failure but is now world known for his poems. A movie even dedicated to the love he shared with his greatest inspiration, Fanny Brawne known as 'Bright Star' which incidentally is the poem he wrote specifically for her.

When I watched the movie I found it rather melancholy. It was upsetting that their relationship seemed to be doomed from the start because Keats wasn't successful but the more I watched it the more I got a broadened mind for poetry.

Keats stated that poetry is not something you teach, it is much like how a tree has its leaves. It either grows them or it doesn't which is much like how one understands poetry. You indulge in it and savour every stansa written word for word and when finished, you read it again until you see what beauty the poet witnessed when he wrote the poem and only then can you understand poetry instead of trying to break it down and decipher it like one does for a code because a poem isn't a code but a tale of inspiration from a writer that doesn't require the long descriptions like a novel but the viewpoint of the writer themselves.

I guess that's why I always liked poetry, it makes you see untold beauty in the world we all live in but unlike humans. It will remain for generations to come and never be forgotten.

So that's it for this post, leave a comment if you like. Don't be afraid to speak what you think and if you want to know my favourite poem then here it is.

Blood Moon

The light washes over me

I lack self control, I feel no remorse

When with wide eyes she stares back at me

My hands around her throat

I smile, feeling powerful in my loss of sanity

I squeeze my hands tighter

Her mouth forms a silent scream

She tries to get free, but I am stronger

And I laugh at her struggle

Her body goes limp underneath me

I feel a rush flow through me

I feel the life drain from her

And a paleness washes over her

The autumn wind plays an eerie tune

As a tilt my face towards a bright blood moon 

What can I say, I can be slightly creepy at times but I like the morbid stuff. If you have a favourite poem don't be afraid to share it.