New paper books! I’m trying to read more poetry.
Okay, I lie, I never read any poetry so it would be impossible to read more. So correction: I’m trying to get into reading poetry. I’ve read a few so far from the book of love poetry (I hate that pink cutesy cover) and am really enjoying it. I was always intimidated by poetry, thinking that I wouldn’t understand the meanings or imagery or some of the archaic words used by older classical poets.
As it turns my fears were all well-founded, but I don’t really care. ‘Cos people? I’m not being tested on this. It is entirely okay for me to read a poem simply because I like the sound the words make in my head, and the rhythm they beat out in my heart.