Call me poet, dreamer, lover.

I feel like a poet. Without knowing what a poet is. Though I suspect. That poets write poetry.  Maybe that’s what I don’t understand. What qualifies as poetry? I could call what I’m writing now. Poetry.  But that doesn’t necessarily make it poetry. Maybe poetry is in the mind of the beholder. There may be 100,000 forms of poetry. If so, chances are. I’m a poet. I know, too. That I’m a lover. And a dreamer.  Does that automatically make me a poet?  Perhaps. If I had to choose. Had to set priorities. What would I put first?  Probably lover. Then dreamer. Poet would rank third. But I want all of these pursuits.  Poet. Dreamer. Lover. The order they're listed doesn’t really matter. –Jim Broede