Remember “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost? Remember the
depth of those poetic verses? Remember what emotions it evoked? Most of all, do
you remember where it took you? As you may have guessed already, poetry is a
subject that commands a significant amount of my attention, whether it be a
Haiku, a limerick, or a simple versed poem. Poetry signifies a land which I can
visit from time to time and explore new adventures. Unlike books, which are fantastic
in their own way, poems are magical: sometimes arcane, sometimes exotic, sometimes
plain simple.
My love for reading and writing poetry began several years
ago, when I was a small child. Alas, I don’t remember those days particularly
well, but I do remember the year that was the beginning of my journey through
the land of poetry. Fifth grade was that fateful year. We were learning about
the slave trade in my class and as an activity, our writing teacher had us
write poems about the event, in any way we saw fit. I did as I was told, but
was not overly enthusiastic, or confident in that matter, of my poetry skills.
However, that all changed in the spring, when I discovered that my poem, along
with those of two other classmates, had been published in an anthology. I was
elated! My poem, published? How? I was thoroughly surprised. How could my poem,
which I clearly didn’t have confidence in, become published?
From then on, my interest and involvement in poetry
exploded. I began to write poems much more frequently, about the various ideas
that flew into my mind. After that fateful year in fifth grade, I began to send
my poetry to the anthology, hoping for publication. My wishes were fulfilled:
five of my poems have been published so far. This truly boosted my confidence
that I could write good poetry, and I did, year after year, each one getting deeper
and deeper. From fifth grade to present day, my love for poetry still stands
strong.
The inevitable question still stands: why do I love poetry?
Well, I am enchanted by it because of its potential to convey deep and intriguing
ideas in a few, well-written words. Let us go back to the Robert Frost poem, “The
Road Not Taken”, especially the line: “I took the one less traveled by.” Frost
used approximately 7 words to convey his views on the convenience of life, how
most people would take the easy route and not trudge through the more difficult
path. These ideas are indeed effectively conveyed in those few words—and that
represents the beauty of poetry. The ability to give meaning to the phrase “less
is more” and the beautiful flow of words and phrases truly distinguishes poetry
from its other written counterparts, such as books or essays. There is just an
enchanting aspect to poetry that cannot be found elsewhere, one that shows so
much through an intricate web of words and phrases.
This enchanting aspect, and so much more, has made and kept
poetry as a significant part of my life. It’s like my violin: poetry is a part
of my heart that I will never forget or ignore.
References (website form):
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken
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