poetry

Poetry, I thought, was written out of pedantic effort till I discovered its emotional strings. Influenced by Eliot and other modern poets, I was led into believing that great poetry has its roots in obscure allusions and wide reading. The uncommon metaphor, erudite learning, the wisdom of books, the ability to beat rhyme and falling out of symphony were what I thought comprised poetry. Form me, a poem, to provoke thought, needed to have refrences to the dehumanising aspect of modern world and urban waste phenomenon.
But I have grown out of it when I see aspiring writers with a mature mind and sentimental heart writing their experiences and giving shape to their own poetry.

Will update later....