Poetry's Important

 

 

I guess I might have known that I was meant to be a writer. Now that I think about it, I remember one time my eighth grade teacher got all misty eyed when he handed back one of my graded works of prose and asked if he could keep it.

But I missed the clues. In high school, I wrote to get good grades, to explain my thesis, to craft an argument with a beginning, middle, and ending, just as I was taught. In college, I wrote to prove my knowledge of art history, women's studies, and economics. And in business school - oh, that's where it got really practical - I wrote to ignite desire for a product, to enlist fundraising support for a cause, to provide a narrative for a budget to get approved.

And all along, I lost sight of the grace and beauty of the written word. The word sequenced so well that it falls right into place so neatly among others. And that it seems to have always been. Nestled there in that perfect place like a melody that makes my heart sing.

The clouds have parted and now I see. Words aren't only for achieving a practical aim. They are elements of truth, laced together, revealing glimpses of otherworldly delight. And they aren't just delicacies for eyes to read. They are lyrical and fun to read and listen to, rhyme and rhythm, coaxing a smile. And sharing a finished work is the culmination of the creation - not for affirmation or accolades, - but to place my stake in the sand and declare "I made this. It is complete and stands in its own integrity," then enjoy sensation of the energetic field co-created with the readers or listeners.

Poetry is important. Poems exude energy and bring sweetness and truth to life. I savor them as art for art's sake and I invite you to join me.