I know not everyone digs poetry, although I could not imagine myself without it. Still, I am convinced that every one can and does squeeze out some meaning from every poem. And thatz where the beauty begins to tickle.
You see, a simple poem will elucidate a thousand different interpretations. And thatz a simple poem. Sometimes what we make of a poem is so far removed from what the poet intended that one begins to question the purpose of it all. Even what a poem brings us to feel – a very foundational intent of the poet – can vary so widely that it’d take some psychology to make sense of the disparity being of so wide a range. And this for me is one of poetry’s highest qualities.
Thatz why the poet chooses not to elaborate. Thatz the fun of it. The pithier the better. Why play a game if U ain’t gonna have fun while at it?
For me, the poem, more than any other art form is the quintessence of the mirror. Just like it is with the mirror, what you’re looking at is something crafted by the mind of another, but what your eyes perceive is a reflection of yourself. A little distorted by the poet’s craftmanship; yes. Yet still, it is you whom you behold.