One interesting concept though. In one essay I am reading, one of the authors discusses the idea that children are naturally attuned to poetry, that they respond to the rhythm, the feel, the musical quality. This idea about the physicality of poetry resonated with me because I could see a parallel between this view and Chomsky's ideas about how we're hotwired for language and our innate grammar emerges through conversation patterns that we're exposed to as small children. The disconnect for children where poetry is concerned then, perhaps, starts to occur when they are exposed to it in written form. Approaching it in that manner, seeing the words on the page removed from the context of the aural, perhaps for some, is a difficult obstacle to overcome. Just a thought.
So....as long as we're talking about poetry, one of my assignments was to write a poem. Now keep in mind that I am not a poet, nor have I even tried to write a poem in the last twenty five years. Some people have spoken about the poetic character of some of my prose, but that's far removed from constructing poetry. Okay. I'm stalling. What follows then is my first poem in a very long time. It's not good, but at least I'm trying to be open minded.
IF I AM UNIQUE, THEN YOU CANNOT BE—SORRY
IF WE ARE ALL SPRUNG FROM A COMMON SPRING, THEN WE WILL COME TOGETHER AGAIN.
BUT IT WON’T CHANGE WHAT WE ARE NOW.
THIS IS NOT A CELEBRATION, THIS IS REALITY AND IT DOESN’T MATTER.
SOMETIMES I SIT REMOVED AND STRUGGLE
SOMETIMES I THINK ABOUT MY SUPERIORITY
MY ARROGANCE, MY INSECURITY, MY MADNESS
BUT IN THE END I FALL BACK ON THE SAME THEME
IF I AM UNIQUE, THEN YOU CANNOT BE---BUT WOULD IT HURT ME TO SMILE?