Dear Poetry

Well poetry, allow me to tell you how I feel.
Using nature, in a poem..

I
hate thee,
with the
fire of a thousand suns.
burn

there. creative enough?

To be honest, I don't totally hate poetry.. or writing it. It's just poetry on DEMAND that drives me up the wall.
"Well hello there, how nice to see you this morning, at 8 am. Now please bare your soul for the enjoyment of others."
"Well gee whiz teach! I'll get right on that.."
that's pretty much how it feels at least, because let's face it, the best poems reveal something about the author. Whether it be simply their sense of humour, or something much, much... much deeper, darker and uglier. PLUS, these things take time. Poets write when they feel inspired, and their words take months, days, weeks, years, a lifetime even, to perfect, and they aren't all still guaranteed to be good. So, for me, writing a semi decent poem in fifteen minutes, on demand, not likely to happen.

AND why is it that whenever people are reading a poem, they feel the need to disect it until there's nothing left but battered words screaming "stop it! I swear I only have one meaning! there's nothing more! give up already!" sometimes something actually is what it seems! Just because I'm talking about one unique tree in a forest, doesn't mean I'm actually talking about a rebel in a crowd of conformers! I just mean to say that this tree was a unique tree, and it was in a forest.

Despite poets using inspiration to guide their hand through yet another masterpiece, I think that poetry is definitely tired. When was the last time someone just flat out said what they meant? Stop hiding behind symbolism and people in train stations, because frankly, the people who need to read those poems, don't understand them. Stop being so darn pretentious!