As much as I alluded to disdain towards my own poetry, there is no quality bar here. Or maybe it’s just my poems are so good at conveying emotion, that when I wrote the poem conveying “crap at poetry” I bought it hook, line, and sinker. Anyways, Caveat Lector.
I had cause recently to try my hand at poetry as a mechanism for creatively expressing emotion. Now my only emotion is a feeling of being crap at poetry. It is expressed easily with the following haiku:
sad feelings like a, um
something something syllables
But before that sudden drop in range, there were some emotions related to social anxiety which I found room to express in prose. Short stories are more my natural style, after all.