Poetry is like dust. It’s everywhere if you just look closely. I think a lot of us make the mistake of thinking we need beauty and silence and long stretches of time in order to be inspired. But I find poetry to be the most fun when you come across it unexpectedly.
Last week, for instance, I was at an orchestra concert. I do not like orchestral music. I’m a word person. I often have trouble staying awake when subjected to music with no words. But the concert we attended was Eric Whitacre, who does compose choral music, so there were words (hallelujah!). At least for some of the pieces. I took my handy dandy notebook with me, and I’ll admit that I actually found the concert interesting and enjoyable instead of boring. But I was still happy to take out my mini-notebook and supplement my listening with poetry writing.
First I looked at the stage through squinty eyes. I like to do that and see what things transform into. I noticed that the choir’s white music folders looked like a hundred flying seagulls, so I wrote:~ read more ~