On writing poetry

After my run as I was cooling down and just thinking (as I’m wont to do during and after runs, especially after), I thought back to how I used to often write poetry back in the day, when I was in the university doing my undergrad. Back then my poetry-writing often followed runs as well, perhaps that’s what brought it to mind currently.

It wasn’t anything much, just a few lines of verse; the verbal remnants of a run.

I thought about how it wasn’t so much that I was writing to be heard/read. Unlike prose where I’m always thinking about what the (often non-existent, always invisible) audience might think, verse was something more personal, where the importance of writing trumped the reading.

Now as I was cooling down thinking about those days of poetry writing, I wondered if that’s how the majority of poetry is written: an act of baking a cake for self-consumption.