i don't get poetry

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Hey Molly the Hippy, I have actually been thinking about this poem for many days now, and I guess I was trying to understand what you meant. At first, I just read it a few times, and went away wondering what you meant by it. While I was walking to the mailbox today, it just came into my head again. I suppose that is the mystique about poetry, not having it always be so easy to understand, and perhaps that is why we are oftentimes attracted to this sometimes cryptic approach to language.

I am not even sure I have deciphered the authors (your) meaning yet. Here goes my interpretation, and maybe its ok if it means different things to different people, and that some people just " don't get poetry ".

Ok I just kept thinking about how it is true that when we hear a word, the object is defined by our experience, and it is not a complete picture. (the thousands of gallons flowing down the mountains far away, although we may only need a drop).The cascading water flows rapidly downhill and becomes the stream, the river, the immense ocean (water). When I first thought of water, I thought of the glass of water I just drank, or the water for the washing machine, or the water in the puddle outside my door.

Clean , pure water leaves its source, way up, on the skyscraping mountain, then flows down into our lives, entering a new enviroment, down in the dirt, with us now, changing , but it is still water, the same water, but not so far away now. Closer to home , easier to imagine when we hear the word "water." It is now flowing down the hill behind my home, not so far far away , but still WATER. I think this has been very thought provoking !! Thanks Molly !!!!!

 

i've heard it and i know it to be true, the valid interpretation of a poem or story or art piece is the chord it strikes in you... and in so sharing your song the poem sang to you, it has enriched my song

we have words for things but is the word the object? the quick answer is no and we look at so many people talking about love and we wonder if they really know what they are talking about. but then we hear a special song... poem and we feel a depth in our hearts and there is a union between language and things