I tend to gobble. I read fast, I eat fast, I generally try to squeeze three concurrent lifetimes into this one. But you can't gobble poetry without getting riched out before you are full. I usually try to take too much in all at once, and as a result I've suffered from poetry overwhelm.
Belle Yang recently started a "What is Poetry?" dialogue and I stepped in yesterday with my own poetry fears and antipathies, which, Evie Shockly reassured me, a lot of people, even some of us "smart ones," have. She linked to a couple of wonderful short classics -- more links in her own blog. Cheryl Snell is sharing poetry. Dale Estey posted a poem. Alex Grant has stepped away from the flight deck to provide one good poem a day. This is just in the last day -- this conversation has been going on for a week now.
Okay, then... I'm reading, SLOWLY. I'm nibbling instead of gobbling. It's concentrated stuff. I'm chewing. I'm "getting." My heartbeat is slowing. So thank you, Poets. Keep it up.