Writing Poetry: Why I Love It and How I Became Obsessed

In this post, I’ll discuss why I choose to obsess over poetry. How I was first exposed to it and why my passion for reading and writing has led me to where I’m at today with my writing routine. I also provide multiple lists of recommended reading, book reviews, and other blog posts I’ve written about poetry.

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The Root of My Obsession with Poetry

In 2011, I was exposed to poetry in a creative writing course in college. I read Wittgenstein and Maggie Nelson, which finally cracked open the world of poetry and creative writing in a way I could grasp. Since then, I’ve fallen down into a rabbit hole I don’t think I’ll ever want to get out of.

Recommended Reading: My Two Favorite Poetry and Writing Books

Remarks on Colour by Ludwig Wittgenstein

Bluets by Maggie Nelson

I haven’t been the same for years. I’ve found myself continually wanting to write and explore literature. Over time, my obsession with writing poetry resulted in various daily writing routines that I have tweaked to optimize writing output. And I’ve maintained a habit of writing for one to two hours per day since then.


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Poetry: It’s Not as Fancy as You Think and It’s for Everyone

I used to think that poetry was some high-brow artistic form of writing. I thought that I’d never be able to understand, let alone write poetry, even though I was already an avid writer and reader.

Maybe it’s because poetry is intimidating at first due to its literary history and importance to countless civilizations, both ancient and new. Perhaps it’s because of its history of religious poetry, passing down legends and mythologies, or its significant use in addressing societal and cultural shifts. This fear of poetry is pretty common for people interested in it but hesitant to jump in.

Poems That I Recommended Reading

A Hymn to God the Father by John Donne

The Odyssey, translated by Robert Fagles

Howl and Other Poems by Allen Ginsberg

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The Need to Read Poetry and Everything Else

I read tons of books on writing poetry. I’m keen to find reliable resources with pro tips that I can use to push my poetry in new directions. But reading poetry more than writing seems to positively affect my work. I’d highly recommend balancing time between reading and writing poetry to advance your writing.

Reading Suggestions: Excellent Books on Poetry by Robert Pinsky

My Book Reviews of Singing School and Democracy, Culture and the Voice of Poetry by Robert Pinsky 

Also, check out my list of Recommended Poetry Books and How to Read a Poem

Interested in Writing Poetry? Jump into the Rabbit Hole and Have Fun!

What can I say about poetry, about writing? Read, write, write some more, and get your hands on as much great poetry as possible. If you love it, let it become your obsession. Take joy in poetry and memorize poems you love; this has helped me compose and acknowledge the value of being able to read poetry effectively at events.

Looking for guidance and tips? Read my post How to Memorize a Poem!

Are You a Poet? Or Are You New to Writing Poetry? Let’s Chat

Do you write poetry? When did you start, and why do you continue to write? Connect with me today and leave a comment below! I’d love to know your influences and what your writing routine is.


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Poseidon Crashing Down [a poem]

He drinks lava and slinks among the alien fish on the black abyss seafloor, scourging any creatures that dare wander too close. Once a God, now

discarded scum. The sea boils, sickened with pollution and the monsters wait silently for a command. Lost all hope to reconquer the humans, to

make them fear the sea again for reasons they should. No, he is weary, brimming with resentment and the ancient gold bones in his ethereal

body have begun to crack. Floating upward through shades of blue, he baubles to the surface, aimlessly rides a wave and

crashes back down into his tormented slumber.


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Word of the Day “Arctic”: A Wintry Poem

Poetry practice: pick a word of the day and write an impromptu poem. For today, I have chosen “Arctic”.

Poem “Arctic World”

Iceberg crumbles

depths below reaching dark blue

abyss. Circling aquatic creatures

and arctic world among

worlds. Desolate

beautiful

cold.

This practice is used to push the boundaries of a poem and the process in which I write. Have a word suggestion? Leave a comment!

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Alina

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“Bertha” (Part 3): A Short Story Series

Here is the third and final part of my “Bertha” short story series. I’d love your feedback, leave a comment below!

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“Bertha” (Part 3)

Bertha is gone! Emilio rushes over to the edge of the bar. Her stool is empty and Bertha is on the floor motionless. A few other patrons stand up and look over. Someone is laughing a little bit, “Must’ve been one hell of a beer!”

Emilio runs back around the bar and calls for Peter the manager. Now that people see his reaction a few others come other quickly to see what’s going on.

Emilio is on his knees, he pulls her hair out of her face. Her eyes are open, the glass eye fixed on him. Emilio shudders.

“Call an ambulance! I think she’s had a stroke or something! I think she’s dying!”

Emilio hears Peter start to yell for everyone to get back. Peter barks orders to a server to call for an ambulance. Peter is trained in CPR and it’s not the first time Emilio sees him move the head of a patron and check for a pulse.

Time seems to slow down. It feels like forever before the EMT’s show up. But well before then, Peter has already given up on Bertha.

No pulse, no breathing, nothing. He tried CPR on her for a few minutes, then the silence spread throughout the bar.

Peter sighed, “She’s dead.”

THE END


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“Bertha” (Part 1): A Short Story Series

Summary: “Bertha” is a short story about a strange woman who frequents a local bar. The bartender has a habit of noticing peculiarities about this woman and creates little stories about her in his head each time she visits.

Hello ? This short story is broken up into multiple posts. I am working on this story and want to see where it can go; if I can expand or shorten it into a more final version. I’d really appreciate any feedback, leave a comment below!


Bertha (part 1)

Her body sways as she walks. Each step clumsy, her shoes slap the ground in a slow rhythmic dance to the door. Opening a brown purse that looks like a flat football she pulls out a few wads of ones and places them on the bar.

Emilio, the bartender, sighs. There is not much to do and this lady never tips. She just stares at him the entire time she drinks. At first it was unsettling but now he has grown accustom to her habits like all the other regulars.

He can hear her saddle up to the bar, the loud creak of the stool, her heavy muffled groan. She doesn’t talk anymore, the only words she ever said to him in the beginning were what beer she wanted. Now since he knows what she likes she just grunts and nods her head.

Emilio calls her Bertha, it seems fitting some days while others she appears more ragged, more like a swamp witch from old fairy tales. Today there is something strange about her, he notices that her left eye is transfixed in one position, lolling to the the left while her other eyes rapidly looks around. 

To be continued…


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