Clutter and Debris - 1. Poem One, 10.23.13

I'm not the sort of person who sits and reads poetry or buys books of poems. I'm a literature girl rather than a poet or poet appreciator.

However, I do read poems when they cross my path. Some I like, some I don't. I hate poems that strain for a rhyme or reach for something that isn't there. I hate pretentious poems too.

That's why I like your poetry, Sam. It's never strained or pretentious.

This one is lovely. It makes me feel lonely, but that's neither a stranger to me nor an unwelcome intruder. I'm comfortable with loneliness until it pokes me with a spiked barb. Then I beat the crap out of it with words and it slinks under the sink until I forgive it and let it out again

Sometimes I don't make sense even to myslelf

I totally liked the last line. The good thing about poetry is you're free to feel however you want.

Keep on writing.

I can identify with so much of this poem. Life has no mercy when it comes to moving along, and our thoughts and actions along the way matter not. Lovely writing, Sam.

I so love poetry unlike Nephy here. I tend to not read poems as sad as that is. But I like what you present here. I tend to write darker poetry personally. But that's just me. It's a cause for provoking thought. And for this I enjoyed what you presented Keep it coming Sammy boy.. My little poddle of a nut . Btw how's my trees?