What is poetry?
Poetry is a conversation.
With the self and all its wild and crazy parts.
The heart, certainly.
The soul, yes.
The eyes.
Ears.
Lips.
Feet.
Right hand.
Left hand.
Belly button.
All of it.
All the parts.
What is poetry?
Poetry captures moments.
Moments you can put together into something magnificent, like a quilt.
Moments of thought and feeling that together, express something about being alive that isn’t easy to say but is always there on the tip of your tongue.
Millions of people wander the planet with thoughts and feelings they don’t know how to say and want to say so very much.
Poetry helps put words to things that are hard to put words to.
What is poetry?
Poetry is that bridge between what is stuck inside and what wants to be set free.
Poetry is the wind blowing your hair on a cold, December day.
Poetry is a refuge from the crushing weight and pressure of responsibility.
Poetry is owl feathers and wings and eyes that pierce darkness.
Poetry is paying attention.
Seeing things in new ways.
Thinking more deeply about yourself and others.
Reconsidering the familiar.
This is what poetry is.
This is the power of poetry.
