This is one reason I love poetry. It can hold any subject. Poetry is both amorphous and it can claim a form. It’s a perfect container for a variety of human expression.
the fog weaves through city streets
in and out of the avenues
twining round golden gate bridge towers
dampening moods and refreshing spirits
what season is it, I ask
summer you say, summer in San Francisco
coaxing one to build a fire on the hearth and cuddle
fog deceiving one into false seasons
Is it love I feel for you or
long shrouded desire
and you the sun that penetrated my dark nights
stripping me of my clothes, my inhibitions,
tricking my hormones into believing I was unseasonal
and so sexy
© by Christine O’Brien
In this short verse excerpted from a poem I wrote entitled Weather Report, notice how a story is told using place and mood.
Were you drawn into the story via the setting?
Each and every poem has a point of entry. As does any story. The writer and/or poet gets to decide what that entry point is.
Experiment with using a place as the point of entry to your own poem as you write about an emotion you are feeling.
Follow the flow of your writing.