One of my newest pet peeves is the idea that being in a depressed state automatically allows someone to become a poet. Granted, there were many brilliant poets and pieces of poetry that were born out of sorrow, but that isn’t always the case. Honestly, there are far too many people out there that call themselves poets just because they use words like:
tears, pain, sorrow, abyss, darkness, blood, anguish, darkness, dark, darkness, AND darkness, etc . . .
I guess what I’m trying to say is that modern poetry really needs to be taken more seriously by those who claim to write it. I’ll admit, I nearly fell into this trap many times. When you’re in a depressed place, it seems as though every emotion you feel is far more vivid than when you’re happy. Therefore, everything you write seems all that more emotional and everyone else MUST feel exactly where you’re coming from, right?
Poetry is much more than that.
Robert Frost once said that “Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
He meant that although emotion is the heartbeat of a poem, it must be married to thought and reason before it can be transformed into words.