Just writing

What is poetry?

That is the questions that the muse asked, and the poet answered "Poetry is you"

Gustavo Adolfo Béquer was and will always be the corniest and most romantic poet in the Spanish language. I know I am dismissing Neruda and many others that wrote about their passion but I doubt that anyone had ever written similar verses and reached the notoriety Béquer acquired after his life ended. I have been struck with the same question for many days and tonight it is taking away my delicate sleep. What is poetry I asked that one night, she gave me an answer that I did not like for I don't remember it? Is it feelings put into words? Are they ideas bigger than anything plain language can explain? Is it just another fancy way to reserve elevated thought for those who have been exposed to the refined art of putting words together and interpreting them? Language is a craft, sadly, still reserved for those few who can exceed 9^th grade reading level. And as a craft, the ideas it is meant to express are directly related to whom can pay for the product or is willing to pay and knows it's worth. Then again, what is poetry? I would love to take the words of contemporary spoken word poets who say that poetry is for everyone and try to preach to the masses with allusions that are not a popular possession, or even better "los eruditos" that create poetry that requires years of reading and the right preparation to be understood at its fullest. And finally, I just realized that my question is not what poetry is but for whom is it. I would it if it was for everyone, complicated or simple as long as anyone could have access to more complex and truthful ways to understanding the world trough the written word and its beauties.

I would say poetry is my bitchy lover, the one I love with all my heart but beats me every time I try to understand her because she is so far removed from my reality.