My Kind of Poetry

I think I might as well say it. Poetry is wierd. Like really, confusingly, make my head hurt, read it over and over again with no result weird. I can't say I expected this. I honestly strode into this unit thinking I was the poetry master. Well I was utterly wrong. Not 3 lines into a poem and im already dumbfounded with how many meanings could be in those 3 lines. Not only is the syntax odd, but the concepts are too. The first time you struggle through a poem, you think you understand it. Then you read 10 minutes later and it is like someone completely re-wrote the darn thing. Do I like this aspect? Eh, not really. I like to fully understand what it is I am reading about. Unfortunately for me, poetry doesn't play well with understand. While this bugs me, I think it also has its perks. With this aspect in mind, a poet can simply write how/what/when/why they are thinking and call it a poem. They can craft something unexpectedly beautiful out of a few phrases and have those certain phrases stick to you like glue. That's cool, isn't it? Well, among the finer points of the recent poetry I have been reading, I remembered a childhood poem that may not be so refined. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did and still do.

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG19g9oiF-w