There is an eclectic mix of writers coming into the café since its opening. One of the jobs of the Baristas, as well as serving great coffee and cakes, is to find out more about the people creating the vibes. Today I want to delve a little deeper and am asking the question, “why do you write poetry?”
Shakespeare, according to some sources, wrote part of his poetry to supplement his income when plague closed the London theatres and stopped the performances of his plays. William Wordsworth’s poetry grew from his love and obsession with his childhood and nature.
When I ponder the question, it is difficult to place the answer in a few words so I wrote this piece to express my thoughts.
Fragments are scattered across the glass table,
Their fragility enticing order.
There are no completed pictures
For guidance, only part read
Manuals cluttering dusty shelves.
No one has worked out the
Exact number of pieces and
Most attempts to fathom are fleeting.
Those remaining, experience
The slice of the scalpel, opening
To the core and laying
Them bare to investment.
When the puzzle is solved,
Why do you write poetry? Let’s get a conversation going in the café. We would love to read your thoughts.