Poetry is not a sacred cow

Poems are to be eaten. Taken apart, examined, internalized and regurgitated. I have no idea what they mean. I

understand what they mean so completely as to have it become my entire world. Every time i read it the meaning

changes.

I am very interested in finding out what other people get from the words. It seems like poems are so personal it’s hard

to know what to say about them in the way of a comment, but personally I would love to dialog around it. I imagine

people putting their interpretations, or saying hey, that one line is amazing but the rest of it is gobb shite. It’s great

when people like the poem, or say it’s great, but what I want to know is how it made you feel. What did you think

about when you were reading it, did it make you think of your sister, or a cow you saw in a field riding down the road

one day? These are the things I wonder.

Poetry is not a sacred cow. Eat it