Poetry and life seem synonyms to me. The prism of poetry reflects life and its varied colors but the spectrum of life is much wider than poetry, which tries to capture some hues and even drifts into the darker crevices to discover those emotions that lurk on the sidelines, yearning to be embraced. Poetry digs deeper into those sensitivities; it understands the finer nuances of life and offers solace.
How well has Walt Whitman summed up the connection of poetry with life:
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering… these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love… these are what we stay alive for.” – Walt Whitman
Someone sat at the door sniggering I could never knock at Emotions fluttered for freedom Feet followed yet entrenched In darkness, with closed eyes I dared forward Your presence pried over my mettle A grunting sound scared me
I knew that sound Yes! I told myself – this is familiar I waited, fear throttled me Could it be you! You… who abandoned me In the woods we wanted to explore Together we started Yet alone, staring at each other!