Poetry Reflections

Writing Exercise Poetry:

As much fun as this assignment was supposed to be, I hated it.
There is only so much a human mind can take
when trying to process the inner workings of a poem.
I had no idea that people actually get paid to sit around and count lines,
syllables. I hate to admit it, but little if nothing about this was enjoyable for me;
it felt like a chore.With the exception of Gross-blank (12 by 12 stanza) form,
I was completely lost. Couplets was way too confusing for me to fully grasp, as was Acrostic.

Going through ten different types of poems was impossibly frustrating.
All I really wanted to do was tell these so called experts to go screw themselves.
If a poem has to be that complicated, it’s not worth it.
I’m sure there would be some who would think me lazy…I’m not, just board.
If generations have been thinking up different ways to write their thoughts, and these forms are all we have to show for it, don’t I have the write to be a little disappointed? They took something I love – Poetry – and turned it into something I hate - math!

It’s taken me almost nine years to even begin to like written words,
or even pay attention to my form and technique, and now I’m tempted to walk away from it.
At the book store the other night I found a book called Blue Like Jazz – the author’s opening chapter blew me away. Now sitting here reading over my own work,
I wonder if it’s even worth it to keep going.

The one question I have never asked myself while trying to learn English,
is the one question I’m now forced too – am I good enough, do I measure up?
It pisses me off that something so elementary would cause me such moderate agony.
God help me, I’m lost.