Poetry Project, V. 8.0, day 4

And we're back!  Yup, back to the daily schedule...ummm...so far!  More poetry, more stuff, more exploring!

I've been asked before, "Why do you do that thing?  Why poetry?  I just don't get it."  It's a great question, I think, because it's one where, over time, the answer will change...if you do it right.  I had the opportunity to ask this question to a young poet I met last week.  He's gone and self-published a book of his works, and was trying to peddle it.  I read a couple of his poems, and he's good.  His age showed, though, in his response:  "'Cuz I like it, it's simple for me, and there are things I want to say."  It's an excellent response, indicative of where he is on his journey.

It made me pause to think about my own journey, and where I am along that path - what I write, why I write, and why I write the things I do.  Almost all my writing is experiential - things I see or hear, or experience in some way and try to wrestle with.  Often, it's trying to find something deeper in the mundane, and using the everyday things to explore a concept that is greater.  So, "Why poetry?"  It's a simple answer: Poetry is one method to explore our world and all of its complexities, to break through barriers of thought using simple language.  It is one method to simplify the difficult concepts we encounter in life, in an attempt to better understand them.  I suppose I can say I've come a decent way from "'Cuz I like it."

With that said, let's entertain today's concept: truth.

the importance of i

the things i perceive are not truth,
nor are they fiction,
but passing through the realm between,
a phantom existence, 
there for a single moment - gone the next.
i think they are real,
they are truth, 
they are the new gospel,
and i follow the truth i make until it becomes real,
and lose myself in the process.
to find myself again,
a path not simple to find -
it begins and ends with a choice:
i am important, at first,
and i do not matter, at last.

Thanks for reading,

Me