Why Poetry?
I was asked the other day,
“Why bother?
Why write poetry?”
Good question.
Why?
We can play with words and worlds,
build and shape
amazing images in the mind,
ask questions that puzzle, perturb,
settle
and unsettle.
The poet can arrange
rearrange,
change and change again
until the thought is
precise, pointed, polished.
The joy is in playing,
with sounds
– phonic orchestrations
not worrying
if it is ‘good’
… or ‘bad’.
The wordsmith’s heart
exalts with choruses
of phrases and words
that books and essays
could never complete.
The thought, the phrase,
idea and pearl
never stand still.
Always morphing
with reading and rereading.
The poet is
priest and prophet.
Interceding and declaring!
Heralding caution and hope.
Why write poetry?
I’ve only warmed up!
Travels from Ur 
So true.
Its beautiful
Blessed be.
Thank you!
Very nice… indeed, you are just warming up with this! Great work.
Thanks for the encouragement.
Roughly 22 years ago my wife went through a very dark and difficult season of life dealing with some issues from her past. There was little I could do but pray and wait and be there. Then one day I happened to write a poem for her and left it as a surprise when I headed off to work. At the time I drove a truck for the county and had lots of time to think and write. I ended up leaving her a poem every day (M-F) for over six months as a way of encouraging her. Most were silly and sloppy but they communicated my love and she treasures them to this day. I love that you use poetry to explore life! Thanks!
What a great story! Truly, the power of a well written word.