I remember as a teenager finding my
path to poetry. My mother, practical woman that she is, said, “What the hell
are you going to do with that?” In other words, don’t quit your day job! After
that, for many years, I walked away from poetry. Oh I’d write an occasional
poem for someone, but mostly it was my own “dirty little secret.”
Not anymore, and frankly, I’m glad.
There are three basic reasons I write poetry: to capture moments, to understand
the world and relationships, and to feed my soul.
Besides being a poet, I’m also an
avid bird lover and amateur nature photographer. Often times, poems come from
the photos I’ve taken or tried to capture; or moments with my children and now
my grandchildren. The poems follow the seasons, months, special places I’ve been
like the Grand Canyon or the Black Hills, or simple moments like watching
fireflies or sunsets, or my grandson play with his trains.
Secondly, there are events in this
world that affect us deeply and poetry gives me a method for healing, attempting
to understand what’s going on covering diverse subjects from Hurricane Katrina
to San Bernardino shootings, from Honduran refugees to Sandy Hook and 9/11.
Writing poetry also becomes therapeutic when dealing with broken or difficult
relationships. It’s tough to go through divorce, miscarriage and heartbreak
without having support. And for me, poetry has given me much support, not only
through the act of writing, but also networking with other writers.
Finally, I’ve learned that just the
act of writing feeds my soul. Many times I’ll be walking outdoors or sitting by
the lake and poems begin to emerge. Often, I’ll usually just get the first or
last line (so frustrating!) and work in the rest later. Capturing those moments
or thoughts and seeing the world through a different lens just plain delights
me. There is real joy in those fleeting moments. I wouldn’t want it any other
way.
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