Poetry as Questioning
An everyday observation is observed. Big deal. This poem could have been written many different ways. I may not have felt as good-- a purely artistic choice-- however, something is given life in the process of questioning. In the process of discovering the mundane is made super-real. A clarity is now present. Or an energy is now there. Colors are layered on. And that feels good. Like taking a warm shower. I return to it because I enjoy it. And it isn't cumbersome. Shouldn't poetry be as enjoyable as showering?