Poetry............... Redux

Is it ironic that my first blog was about poetry and now here we are blogging about poetry at the end of the year?  Well... situationally ironic at least.  Nostalgia aside, "I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak" (Shakespeare 5.2.181).  In my first post about poetry, I admit some of the inroads the art form made in me, such as an appreciation for it... Oh dear, should I really "utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false" (Shakespeare 3.3.136)... Nonetheless, while I still do appreciate it, I cannot honestly really admit that I truly like and enjoy poetry.  A big reason is that still, for the most part, it is over my head (against popular belief, a prowess for English class is not exactly one of my characteristics as the most popular kid in class).  But if I had to pick a favorite poem, mine would be the first sestina we read in class, "Sestina" by Ciara Shuttleworth (the one that went "you used to love my well"). For one, it was short.  I liked that.  Secondly, it was actually pretty amusing, especially to read out loud.  The stammering of the speaker actually made me "LOL" a couple of times.  For real.  But I also was able to understand what was happening... I think.  For instance, If I met the speaker in the poem, I would probably say something to them like, "I see you are eaten up with passion" (Shakespeare 3.3.388), because they were quite distraught in their love life.  I also liked the creativity of the poem.  It took the unique style of sestina and made it even more interesting, by using only one word for each line.  While my taste in poetry is not very refined, my foolish and innocent instinct is to pick the one that I just simply enjoy the most.  So, good work Ciara Shuttleworth.  I hope you make some solid bank on your poetry endeavors.