Why I Love Poetry

There's something in a poem that makes you pause, and stop, and turn to see the thing you just saw in a different light. Like diving into a lake you've eaten breakfast by, every morning for a year, and seeing suddenly that it's not the glorious blue of the sky, but a soft golden colour with moving shadows and a rhythm of its own. I love when you come to last line of a poem and are confronted with a statement so shockingly conclusive, that still holds nothing but absolute honesty, and feeling your place in the world because of it.

There are somethings that can be said only in a poem; some images that require the unique combination of structure and freedom coupled with the brivity of words to be recreated.


And that is why I love poetry.