Why can’t poetry sometimes be simple? Why can’t it simply say what it means and mean what it simply says? Why must there always be some hidden meaning behind it that one must discover through deep thought and contemplation?
This is a poem.
It’s not a hard poem.
It’s not a message in disguise.
It is simply a poem about a simple poem.
Poems can have meaning without the use of fancy words that no one understands.
Poems can give hope and peace and joy without having to be picked apart in a literature class.
This poem is simple.
So what can be taken from such a simple poem?
Simply this: don’t feel as though you cannot write poetry just because you don’t have a large and confusing vocabulary or can’t write in a style such as Poe or Dickinson.
Poetry should come from your heart and if what you have to say is simple, then simply say it. No extra words or confusing lines are needed.
So simply speaking, this is a simple poem about a simple poem, and yet surprisingly, there’s still something not so simple about it.