Heart of a Poet

Where does the saying, “heart of a poet” originate and what does it really mean? I’ve pondered this question and searched for the answer only to discover it’s really a subjective phrase. We place our own ideas of the meaning into it each time we label someone as having it. The heart of a poet.

One website I found (that sadly hasn’t been updated in a long while) defines poetry in the same manner as I do. “The Heart of a Poet: Because There Are More To Poems Than Just Words.” Poetry to me is a sharing of emotions, insight and circumstance. It can fill a void or explain a feeling.

I’ve recently been writing poetry again, after a long break from the form. Admittedly, I’ve yet to finish one. They’re too sing-songy – too repetitive. It’s like I’ve lost my poetic voice.

John Keats

Charles Brown, Portrait of John Keats, 1819.
Image is in the Public Domain

Over the weekend I watched Bright Star, a movie about John Keats and his love for Fanny Brawne. It moved me even though I knew very little of Keats’ work, other than the majority were long poems. (I have trouble with the long form. Beowulf being the exception.)

Anyway, between my attempts at writing poetry and the movie, I’ve found myself reading more poems. I pulled Millay from my collection, of course, and downloaded some of Keats’ free works. I’ve also chosen to review a book of poems and songs by Robert Burns through Netgalley.

Why have I turned from fiction to poetry? I think I needed the break. So many changes are taking place in my life and poetry is a splendid outlet. It’s a way to process my emotions. I plan to return to work on the second draft of my novel after the first of the year.

After watching the Keats film and reading a bit of his poetry, I truly believe he had the heart of a poet. Though I’ve never written poetry with the skill and passion he did, I’m not afraid to proclaim I too have the heart of a poet. Why? Because there is more to poetry than mere words.