The Unsaid That Bothers Me
I know poetry is supposed to be abstract and leave room for unique interpretations, but those are what I fear the most. What if I get it wrong? What if I wrongly interpret the one thing the poet spent countless hours contemplating and make the poem go to waste? Is it the poet's fault for not being specific enough, or mine for not looking deeper? It might just be a personal problem, even while I'm daydreaming, I try not to contemplate philosophical questions which I know for sure can't have answers because, like the poems, they will only lead to more and more contemplating and result in mental strain. The only time however when I try to contemplate a poem is when I find something I disagree about. Now that I think about it, the best work I write is when I don't agree with someone/something. Take for example this poem I wrote in eighth grade as a response to Robert Frost. (please don't judge, it was almost 4 years ago) Rocks (I had to meet the word count for the assi...