I keep posting poems, even though most Americans, if you stop them on the street and ask, will say that they don’t like poetry. I think they say that (well, I would, wouldn’t I?) because what they don’t like is the way that poetry was taught and force fed to them in school. The easiest way to grow up liking poetry is to have a parent who loves it, and who quotes it freely, and who simply conveys that it’s one of the better parts of life.
But, sadly, that’s not as common as I wish it were.
Roger Housden is another way to learn to take sustenance from poetry. He gets a bit of a ribbing from “serious” poetry scholars, but his “Ten Poems” series — Ten Poem to Open Your Heart , Ten Poems to Set You Free,, Ten Poems to Say Goodbye, etc. — are an excellent way for people who say they don’t like poetry to get into poems. (My BFF isn’t a huge fan of poetry, but she has a line from Mary Oliver’s poem, A Summer’s Day , tattooed on her forearm, where she can see it: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”)
As a parent and grandparent, I can completely relate. We are always telling these small lies to convey and protect the deeper truth.