reading poetry

I love reading

Forgetting the time and space in which I exist and losing myself in another world through the pages of a book is one of my favorite pastimes. I don’t often allow myself the luxury of reading during the work week, so Saturday becomes my day to read for as long as I like.

Without pouring beautiful words into myself, I cannot continue to pour beautiful words out. When I don’t read much, it’s harder to write poetry. Even when I know what I want to write about, I still struggle to find the words. If I’ve been reading, though, the words come much more quickly and easily. Reading feeds me.

{today’s exercise}

Make yourself comfortable, free yourself from distractions, and read some poetry. It’s a rest day, so there’s no pressure to write a poem, but if you are inspired by what you read, feel free to write something.

{my process and my poem}

I wrote this poem to help myself grasp the value of reading stories. It helped to free me from the feeling that I should be doing something more productive than reading now that I’m no longer a child.

Am I the only one who saw myself in every protagonist?
Who wondered how I could feel such solidarity with a fictional character?
She might be a princess, an orphan, or a little girl on the prairie.
What does the average 20th-century girl have in common with these?
And I’m coming to know them I came to know myself.

When was the last time you read a story
and let yourself be in that story?

Why not allow yourself to be the hero
of a story again?

Maybe in experiencing another story
you’ll come to better understand your own.