Something About Poetry

I read from many poets, and unlike me,

these famous bards are widely regarded

in their fields, whose works appear in

magazines and published anthologies.

I find that personally for me, much of that

which they have written, much of that which

they have said remains a mystery and makes

little or no sense to me. And should I ever

have the opportunity to ask them about it,

I’m fairly sure they would likely say, that’s

the way it is supposed to be. Imagery, my

boy, it’s all about the imagery! And then

comes my Ah Ha Moment—You mean,

after all is said and done, with all the obtuse

and nonsensical verbiage I can muster, per-

haps there is still some hope for me? You,

dear reader, shall find that I use “all” here

mostly as a noun. As an adjective, it appears

only occasionally. Imagine that. Now, take

for instance, one who flew over the cuckoo's

nest...I know that’s not a poem, but to insert it

into this one without rhyme or reason, why that’s
just plain crazy. Rest assured, see it here first,

and published nowhere else on Planet Earth.

Chris Hanch 6-12-19