So, Halloween is coming up. And I love to write ghost stories. So what do I do with my one and only Halloween based piece of work?

I write a poem.

It’s not a very good poem. And I’ve never felt the urge to write a poem before or since. Just once did I feel the urge to be…poetic.

I’ve always envied people who can write poetry. It’s something I’ve never really managed. I can do the mechanics, rhyme structure and line numbers and so on. I just can’t manage to infuse them with any feeling.

I don’t know how you poets do it. Poetry (or at least the kind of poetry I like) has the most strictly formal set of rules of any kind of writing, and yet, it also has the most feeling. It’s almost as if having to write to a certain rhythm, and find the rhymes and keep to a certain length and pattern frees the poet to express passions they could never express in prose.

I’d like to say thank you to the poets. You take the same words I use, and create a moment of inexpressible beauty. Some of the most sublime moments of my life have come from reading poetry. So….thank you.


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