La Poésie

I wish writing and sharing poetry didn't make one seem like a narcissistic, pretentious boob.

I mean, I'm as turned off by boobs as the average gay man... gay young man, I guess I should say--I still feel like I look like I'm in my late teens (and that's being kind of generous).

Nonetheless, I enjoy writing poetry.

That is, I go through my spurts--one of which I am currently in the middle.

But in writing poetry, I feel so... I don't know, I guess I just sometimes feel like poetry is so trite and convoluted (in the negative sense).

For example, one of my recent poems:

Bereft and deep
the soliloquy song shall
sing once more of lovers’
hands entwined in bitter
fate
They, lorn-resigned,
are squalor’s torpid, glazing
miss

while in restraint they
lust as dirted braze

I think to myself, "Really? Did I just write that?? Gag!" (Yes, I used the word "Gag" -- I'm trying to be more gay.)

... and, yet... a part of me absolutely loves it, the imagery (including the more literal imagery of the textual format), the emotion, all of the triteness and cliché-ness, the inferences and implications that I can only hope the reader will pick up on, the inferences and implications that I originally did not intend and may not even see, myself.

So, I keep on writing poetry, mostly for myself, hiding it in shame that I could be so... emotional...