There was a time I was becoming quite a prolific poet. Honestly, I thought more of myself as a writer of silly rhyming messes. I just decided to label them politely as poetry. Perhaps, I am too harsh a critic of myself.
Still, I often felt most of my poetry wasn’t very good. I’ve won a little prize or two here and there. Sure, I’ve gotten high praise for several little pieces. Yeah, they would’ve been considered good for a secondary school student scribbling in her college-ruled notebook, I suppose. But, far as I’m concerned, I’m no professional poet. They are the result of scribblings that didn’t quite fit into prose.
Prose is more my forte. I like it fine this way. Sure, I love to play with rhyme schemes, meter, and tone. But, I find myself counting syllables and treading dangerously on being horrifically out of rhythm. Most of the time, I’d say I’m far from a proper and technically sound poet.
Maybe, I’m a tad too obsessed with technicalities. There’s nothing wrong with writing free verse poetry, after all. But, such idiosyncrasies are a part of what I am. They’ve made me the writer of prose that I have become.
Some will say I brag about my writing skills at times. I don’t mean to come off that way. I’m simply confident in my talents and not afraid to show said confidence. Sure, I take pride in my prose writing. But for the most part, I’m not proud of my poetry. Perhaps, that’s a shame. Yes, there are poems I’m proud of, but it’s not many.
Over the years, though, I’ll still end up sharing some poems here and there. To my surprise, you my darling readership, tend to like them more often than not. At some point in the future, I’ll be sharing more from my vast archive of silly rhymes. Just keep an open mind with it.
While I’m a bit more set in my prose writing, with poetry I tend to experiment with various things. I don’t have one specific theme or style with my poems. Perhaps, I prefer poetry to be my sandbox for ideas. It will probably stay that way, even if some do inevitably turn into real songs.
If you like to rhyme, just do it. Don’t worry if it’s “good.” Whenever it comes to poetry, just let it come. You never know what it may become later.
~ Amelia <3
P.S. This is adapted from a short essay I wrote back in March 2016