I hate poetry

Yet I feel the need to be poetic.
Isn't that odd?
Or maybe that's just me stubborn way of dealing with the fact that I'm not poetic in the slightest
I pretend I don't like it
But I suppose it isn't that at all.
I enjoy poetry, I can analyse it, I understand it
I just can't be it.
I read other people's writting and am amazed at the way the words just flow
their ability to place certain words together in such a perfect way and it makes you smile
Some people critisise food; analyse the different aspects, deconstruct the flavours, the cooking styles. They find joy in the surprising tastes, risky combinations, the pleasing appearances
I do the same, but with words
The mark of a good writer is one which is utterly captivating, who can hold your attention for hours on end, when you are no longer aware of your surroundings, the time, or other needs
A good writer is one that can have you reading the book in days rather than weeks
who is able to be read over and over
A good writer is the sort of person that people choose to read by author, not by book.
I'm not a good writer, to be quite honest, I'm anything but
But I enjoy it like you wouldn't believe
The difference between me and good writers is the ease at which the words come
I am like the Gone With the Wind author, I will re-write a sentence, a line, a phrase 10 times before I am satisfied with it
I cannot convey my envy for those who can write perfect first drafts.
Anyway, the point of this is to tell you all that I think I'm going to go write
Seems the weather for it