“Hark, his hands thy lyre explore!
Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o’er
Scatters from her pictur’d urn
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.”
– From “The Progress of Poesy: A Pindaric Ode” by Thomas Grey
Writing poetry for free on the Internet is arguably among the most pointless things a person can do. At least I think so; but as the blog title indicates, I have “no talent for certainty”*, so, who knows. Maybe there is a point.
The fact that you are reading this would indicate there is a point. So we’ve established that much.
I know why I started writing poetry on this blog: I have always loved poetry. I love words, I love feelings, I love using words to tell stories and capture feelings. I love the rhythm and feel of words. So I started writing poetry to spend my spare time exploring words, feelings, stories, rhythm, and feel. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I (mostly) had writing them.
I also wanted to convey a single thought at a time, and poetry seemed ideal for that, as well.
Thanks for being here. – Owen “Beleaguered” Servant
[The phrase “no talent for certainty” is a quote from the movie Mansfield Park, and is from the writer-director Patricia Rozema. – Owen]