Poetry is painting with words. So many people have used this analogy it's not new but it fits.
I'm rubbish at writing it, Husband loves Haiku, I often stumble.
I do love to listen to and read poetry though.
I recently had a conversation with a dear friend on that very topic and we discussed how the love of particular poetry is as unique to the individual as a fingerprint. I fell in love with Benjamin Zephaniah and Seamus Heaney when I was at Secondary school. Very different poets yet exceptionally evocative of time and place. Since then I have amassed a small but very personal collection which I believe is how it should be. Ted Hughes, Robert Browning, Dylan Thomas and Helen Dunmore to name a few. I also discovered and now follow George the Poet- amazing talent, lyrical, rhythmic, socially motivated and intelligent.
Having been brought up on a diet of grandparents liking The Goons, parents liking Monty Python, everyone in the family liking Shakespeare be it comedy or tragedy, the inevitable happened when Edward Lear and his magical Quango Wangle came into my life. It is a poem I still adore, I may even attempt my own illustrations one day, just for me you understand, I wouldn't want to offend!