When It Happens, It Happen

Poetry, like stories, like words weaved with magic,

is not something you think about,

is not something you learn,

is not something where rules apply.

It's a freedom like no other.

Because unlike the pressure of writing a story,

and reading a book,

and wanting it to be perfect, wonderful, funny, interesting, simply the best...

poerty can be anything you want it to be.

It could fly, or it can land.

It could reach, or it can draw.

It could be happy, it can be sad.

It could even rhythm, if you'd like.

It comes out of nowhere,

and if fills up the pages.

And before you know it,

you already have a full poem.

I'll be frank, I'll admit,

poetry is not an easy thing to like/love/understand.

There are all kinds of ways, all kinds of stories, all kinds of authors.

Even I,

did not like/love/understand poetry once.

But when it happens to you...

When you suddenly crave it...

love it...

like it...

understand it...

It's like a literary explosion in you head.

And that's all there really is to it.