A change of tack

I have never been, in the past, one for poetry. Yet reading another Charles Bukowski novel tempted me to give it another go, post school.

It left me with mixed feelings; some create a beautiful image others are very easy to relate to yet all of them are difficult to read the ending of lines without punctuation frustrates me and I feel it adds and awkwardness to reading. There maybe a subtly I am missing through not knowing it read allowed. In the same way that reading lyrics to a song you have never heard can be strange.

Nevertheless this mild tentative step into the poetic world has intrigued me and will fuel an new adventure into another form of the written word.