I will admit, I have no poetry in my soul. I have music in my soul, and dance, and sculpture, but poetry tends to leave me cold. Poetry and painting. I can appreciate the skill behind some forms of it, but I can rarely enjoy it for its own sake. The closest I come to enjoying poetry is my love of limericks, and that's more a combination of my sense of humor and love for structured conventions and the way they interact to produce puns and false expectations. Sonnets, haikus, and other really structured forms are okay (especially set to song), but they're just hollow by themselves for me.

There are just these vast swathes of human art that leave me scratching my head and asking "is something wrong with me, or with this... thing."