Poetry...English Class

Poetry is an odd thing, especially to me. I never really got what all of those seemingly random word, lines, and stanzas meant or why they had been written. I hated having to read poetry and then analyze it to try and find invisible and non-existent meanings. So when I heard that a professor from a local college was going to come and teach us about poetry I was not particularly excited. When he arrived (his name is Jim Ott, he also has a blog jimott.blogspot.com) he started to recite things that were complete jiberish to me, but after he broke it down and started to explain it to me I almost got it. I still don't like poetry, but now I can almost write it thinking that it doesn't have to have any rhyme, have any relevant meaning, or rhythm. Ha, poetry...