Well, so here’s my problem.
I start out with a poem that reads, “How do I love thee, let me count the ways.”
And I think, “OK, I earn a living which I share fully with you. You do laundry and clean the apartment. You shop for food and you cook when we have company. You have lots of projects ongoing which I support fully whether they’re free or cost money. And I listen to you tell me about those projects on a day when I really didn’t want to go to work.”
I count that as 1, I made you a partner in my life. But this poem went into things that make no sense to me, so how exactly am I supposed to count the ways?
It makes no sense.
That's what makes it poetry. Seriously.
See? That’s what I mean. The Resident Poet composes poems that not only really work but are sensible as well. I like that I don’t have to try and figure out what the message is.