I love poetry, but I hate the pretention that often accompanies it. To me, good poetry should be recognizable even if you know nothing about poetic form. The work of most of my favorite writers is simple and uncomplicated, and most importantly, accessible. To read them, you feel like they’ve said something that’s been on your mind, only better.
Billy Collins is the reason that I ever started writing. He exemplifies the fact that good writing doesn’t have to be complicated in order to be poignant.
No Time
In a rush this weekday morning,
I tap the horn as I speed past the cemetery
where my parents are buried
side by side beneath a slab of smooth granite.
Then, all day, I think of him rising up
to give me that look
of knowing disapproval
while my mother calmly tells him to lie back down.
source: Poetry Foundation
Categories: Poems
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