Because my writing just always revolves around what's happening in my life, I want to write about poetry. I don't know why, but the lessons I have in AP Lit always has a way of making its way into my life, even when I don't think about it.
When I put my mind to it and I'm just... in the mood, I guess... I actually really, really love it. How does it even do the things it does? If I were a poet, I would want to be famous, just so I could make people feel the way I feel when I read it.
I'm not saying I read poetry for fun. That's not me, mostly because I'm too busy to sit down and do that. But last night, spontaneously, I was working my butt off to finish my homework (due to a weekend of procrastinating and, um, shopping), and my sister comes in saying she needs help with poetry analysis. Since we're learning it in AP Lit and all, I got excited about helping her.
I read the poem...
And I didn't understand it. At all. But I wasn't turned away from it. In fact, my confusion was intriguing, made me want to explore it some more, made me actually use the skills I had taken away from school. When I kinda sort of figured out the meaning, I fell in love with the poem, because the extended metaphor--so complicated and simple at the same time--blew my mind.
I don't want to get into what the poem was about. That would take way too long. But reading a poem and realizing its meaning (all on my own, no help from my teacher) always makes me excited. Maybe I can't do it again, but the poem, the timing--everything was perfect.
It kind of makes me want to become a poet.
