Defense of Poetry
PROSE — RANDOM THOUGHTS
To defend poetry effectively, we must first address a fundamental question: what is poetry? Only by answering this can we adequately defend it. My initial observation is that poetry itself requires no defense; it is the expression of poetry that sometimes needs defending. This notion may be provocative to some poets and poetry lovers, but I aim to clarify my point.
Poetry embodies the life we live; it surrounds us in every moment, from the warmth of a smile to the pain of loss. All of this is poetry. Humanity tends to categorize and label things, trying to define them to understand them better. This is a natural part of our daily lives. As we sort things into their rightful places, we find that some things fit effortlessly — poetry is one of those things. To me, poetry is like a butterfly that flutters unpredictably. We chase it, knowing we might never catch it, but the pursuit itself is joyful.
Suppose we do catch the butterfly. We place it in a jar with holes in the lid, displaying it for all to see. We admire its beauty daily, its vibrant colors that lie somewhere between soft and crisp. However, we often forget the most enchanting aspect of the butterfly: its flight. With the wings no longer spreading and the butterfly immobilized, it becomes a lifeless specimen on display — a reflection on a painted wall devoid of the life that once captivated us.
The real challenge lies in the way we express poetry. People often resort to words like “hate” or even stronger terms because, while they recognize the essence of poetry as a part of their daily existence, they feel disconnected by its formal expressions. Terms like sonnet, haiku, and other forms can make us recoil or withdraw, burdened by preconceived notions about what we will read or refuse to read. We need poetry — life — to be written in a way that people can appreciate, understand, and perhaps even grow to love.
Therefore, poetry doesn’t require a defense; it yearns to be liberated. We all should have the opportunity to chase butterflies. I, for one, would relish it.
