Now and then I slow down enough to hear life’s simple music and record its melodies with the tools I have: words. This is how each poem in We Walk With Poetry Every Day was born. However, I didn’t wait for inspiration, or the tingling spirit sense that nudges me toward pen and paper, as I normally would. Rather, nearly each day for two months— September 2015, and April 2016—I carved out time to step into serene observation of either recent memories or my immediate environment, and in that meditative womb I would write. From this experience I have learned that poetry is not just a welcome guest who stops by unexpectedly, but a friend I can invite for tea.
Now and then I slow down enough to hear life’s simple music and record its melodies with the tools I have: words. This is how each poem in We Walk With Poetry Every Day was born. However, I didn’t wait for inspiration, or the tingling spirit sense that nudges me toward pen and paper, as I normally would. Rather, nearly each day for two months— September 2015, and April 2016—I carved out time to step into serene observation of either recent memories or my immediate environment, and in that meditative womb I would write. From this experience I have learned that poetry is not just a welcome guest who stops by unexpectedly, but a friend I can invite for tea.