WHY I READ POETRY
I read poetry because I want to fall in love. I want to feel my way through subtle energies and the sweet and salty vulnerabilities of life. I want to experience the desperation, the yearning and sadness of others, the joys and passions of moments fleeting, and those life altering choices, good, bad, or indifferent. It doesn’t matter because I want to feel.
I want to dive into the form of expression and be full spectrum. I want to break a part, die and crack open- awake. Be reborn from a single page, a sentence or word, I want to see through the eyes of another, walk in their shoes, so, I can truly know their heart and in so doing, recognize my own. I want to know life when it smacks me in the face and understand with every fiber of my being, that I am okay.
I want to surrender, to sit gently immersed in moments of living, and remember that I'm always deeply rooted and ever still connected to life, to myself. Poetry to me, is a lifeline into divinity. It is the explosion of truth, an internal vision made manifest, an access into the universe through great and small wonders. It is the collision of intellect and instinct, the heart beating on a page, and the sudden impact of being alive! It is the sweet, sweetness of soul that wakes you up another day and says, I can do this.
- Tiny Poet, Why I Read Poetry, 5.30.2024
I want to dive into the form of expression and be full spectrum. I want to break a part, die and crack open- awake. Be reborn from a single page, a sentence or word, I want to see through the eyes of another, walk in their shoes, so, I can truly know their heart and in so doing, recognize my own. I want to know life when it smacks me in the face and understand with every fiber of my being, that I am okay.
I want to surrender, to sit gently immersed in moments of living, and remember that I'm always deeply rooted and ever still connected to life, to myself. Poetry to me, is a lifeline into divinity. It is the explosion of truth, an internal vision made manifest, an access into the universe through great and small wonders. It is the collision of intellect and instinct, the heart beating on a page, and the sudden impact of being alive! It is the sweet, sweetness of soul that wakes you up another day and says, I can do this.
- Tiny Poet, Why I Read Poetry, 5.30.2024