{"id":3608,"date":"2018-08-22T08:43:38","date_gmt":"2018-08-22T13:43:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=3608"},"modified":"2018-08-22T08:43:38","modified_gmt":"2018-08-22T13:43:38","slug":"poetry-isnt-very-sweet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/08\/22\/poetry-isnt-very-sweet\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry isn&#8217;t very sweet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">I&#8217;m not very good at creating poetry, mostly because when I think of poetry, I think of this deep, emotional spew of words that have the power to move a person. Well in this case, I&#8217;m an immovable rock. I can&#8217;t find a way to put what I think or feel into words, because sometimes I don&#8217;t even understand why I feel certain ways. Poetry doesn&#8217;t faze me like others. It can be amazing and hold so much meaning, but it just doesn&#8217;t click for me. Maybe it&#8217;s because I don&#8217;t know the person in the poem. When I read books, I get a chance to meet the character, decide if I like them or not, and if I&#8217;ll get attached to them. Usually I get extremely attached to them, but I don&#8217;t get that experience with poems. The speaker doesn&#8217;t always introduce his\/herself in their work or the poem isn&#8217;t about a specific person, but an event which makes it hard to connect with. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">Now there was poem that I read last year that I did enjoy. It was called &#8216;Dulce et Decorum Est&#8217; by Wilfred Owen, and was about a gas attack in a trench during World War I. I didn&#8217;t know that Owen was actually a soldier and experienced such an attack until just a few minutes ago while I was looking for the name of his poem. I guess that shows how much I pay attention to such things. I couldn&#8217;t remember much of the title besides &#8216;dulce&#8217; because I was (in lack of better terms) shook by the ending of the poem, but I won&#8217;t spoil it too much for anyone. I can remember part of the poem though. Like when the speaker watches as a fellow soldier is killed by the poisonous gas. The description is what made me remember that particular part of the poem, just not the full scene described. But I think that&#8217;s the only poem that made any sort of mark on me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">Honestly, I think that everyone should read it at some point. If you aren&#8217;t interested in that sort of thing, then fine. I can&#8217;t really force anyone to read it. Just give it a try for me though? <\/span><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">But I have to thank my English 2 teacher for having us read that poem as part of our practice for the English state test, so thank you, Mrs. Thibodeaux!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m not very good at creating poetry, mostly because when I think of poetry, I think of this deep, emotional spew of words that have the power to move a person. Well in this case, I&#8217;m an immovable rock. I can&#8217;t find a way to put what I think or feel into words, because sometimes &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/08\/22\/poetry-isnt-very-sweet\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Poetry isn&#8217;t very sweet&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3608"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3608"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3608\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3837,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3608\/revisions\/3837"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3608"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3608"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3608"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}