When I was younger, I never got poetry.
I was taught iambic pentameter, the sequence of haikus, and other techniques used in poems but I don’t think I was ever taught or told the essence of what poetry is.
It has only been this past year when I have come to realize poetry deliberately offers space. Space for thought, wonder and slowing down.
At least that is what poetry is giving to me at this moment. I have a feeling what it offers differs by person and situation.
All of that fluffy language gives a place for my weary head and legs to rest.
Those confusing similes and metaphors make me go slower so I can actually understand and absorb what is being said.
That strange s p a c i n g of words and verse gives me permission to spread myself out a little bit too.
I was never taught this about poetry but is this something teachable? Or is it part of the journey in slowing, growing and knowing?
A daily practice challenges the person who creates on “inspiration.” We have to mother everyday, and ultimately, it is the daily grind that gives us perspective, clarity and the “high’s” of motherhood. I am exploring if the same happens when I write everyday on the topics that normally light me up – motherhood, self-development, healing and creating. Sign up here to receive those thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.