I am someone who never really bothered with poetry before. It always felt to me like there is an air of elitism surrounding poets and their poetry so I shied away from it. On year 2016, I have developed an interest in the art form when I would sometimes be forced to write poems for this Project 365+1 Challenge that I imposed on myself. How can I write poetry when I know nothing about it? And so I decided to read up on it and the more I read about it the more I appreciated the art of writing poetry. But still, I couldn’t write decent pieces. It seems to me that I have not felt something so real and something so deep in life yet that would compel me into writing good poems. And so after a while, I kind of lost interest in it again.
Last year though, I kind of got interested in it again because I wanted to write about something without directly talking about it. That’s one of the reasons why I like poems. They tell a lot without actually telling so much.
So inspired by Jolen’s First Draft Poetry and encouraged by her words “damayan tayo”, I decided to post at least one of my attempts at writing poetry. My poems written before were very laughable attempts, I actually cringed when I tried digging them out to see if I actually improved even a little. This one is still a laughable attempt but it’s a serious one nevertheless.
This piece has been on my drafts for a few months now but I couldn’t click that publish button. Ugh, fear can be really paralyzing sometimes. Decided to post it now kasi wala akong mai-post. Haha. Anyway, this was conjured from watching this video which features a Poetry Writing Exercise I decided to follow. It was really cool because everything was just random answers from random questions but when pieced together they kind of did fit together. Maybe not entirely but there was something in there. Surely in need of development.
Tell me what you think. I’d really appreciate anything that you would say.
What am I good at?
Not even a year before a century’s quarter
I still don’t have an answer
Another indigo blue melancholic melody
Playing with the swishing of the curtains
Against the windows left open
Sick of all these scarlet lyrical lies
And wearing another blissful disguise
I am fine, did I say again that I am fine?
I seem to remember you never asked me I’m alright
I promise. It will be fun.