Twenty Reasons Why I Read Poetry

20 Reasons Why I Read Poetry

I prefer the world through a stranger’s eyes.
In winter sometimes the sight of icicles revolts me.
My eyes don’t want to converge on the city street.
Flies alight on excrement.
I want to understand the heart of the murderer.
Secrets are revealed when the poet least expects it.
Green moss clings to the trees in rainy climates.
I’m a masochist.
I’m desperately looking for good news.
You can get beyond words through words.
There is space to crawl in and dream.
A sound can envelop the ground when it’s around.
I am trying to escape teenagers with TV eyes at cash registers.
Drugs are bad for your body.
Every few years I find sheer beauty.
It mystifies a lot of people.
All culture is contained there.
Time stands still.
It reminds me that I’m not who I think I am.
Sometimes I’m turned upside down.

Yours,

Karen