The way we talk... Don't you think it's almost poetic?
How so?
We have a certain rhythm to our words and we bounce off each other like a song.
Do we? We just talk. I don't think it would ever create good poetry.
Good or not, our conversations are poetry none the less.
Again, how so?
Everyone has music within them, a steady beat. A tempo, if you will. And everyone talks with a rhythm, a melody, a rhyme with or without reason. The words spill perfectly from people heads and mouths and it's poetic.
But you're describing music.
And music is just poetry with instruments, essentially.
That takes away from the uniqueness and time and effort put into musical artists
Does it? They're all aware of that fact. Words over music, yes it is it's own thing, but if you break it apart, it's poetry. Words are poetry. People are poetic without even trying.
So then why is poetry so difficult?
People have decided that poetry is stuff that rhymes, stuff that has a pattern, stuff that creates an image in your mind or protests agains the world or tells a story ! But we don't seem to notice, with every word that slips out of our mouth, we tell a story too.
Now you're taking away poets who spend ages on their work, comparing it to just conversations.
No, I never did that. I'm saying we're all poetic in our existence but we don't credit simple poems enough because of what we have decided poetry is.
I guess you have a point.
Of course I do.
Very humble. Anyway, if all conversations that flow can be poetry, essentially we could create a poetry book our our conversations?
We could. We shouldn't though.
Why?
People wouldn't read it. They wouldn't be captivated by it. It's not traditional poetry.
But it's ours. It leaves our mark in the world. Like graffiti.
Speaking of graffiti, I'd love to do that one day.
Don't side track me, you know I'll get distracted easily.
Sorry, do go on.
Let's leave our mark in the world with a book. A book of conversations. Of us, talking. Even though nobody will read it, we will have our written words. We will have our piece im this world that will stay longer than our carbon bodies of flesh, bones, blood and organs will.
Fine, you've convinced me.
I'm great at doing that, you've gor a soft spot for me.
Whatever, what would we call a book of poetry we write?
I'm not sure. We can think about that later.
Alright.
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