I went to my first poetry reading today. Only because my belly dancing teacher was doing a reading celebrating Black History Month and Love. I didn’t have any expectation other than to hear some romantic poems written by my dancing teacher.
As I sat in the audience listening to the poets reading their poems, making them come alive. I suddenly realized that poetry, like many forms of art is a tool for expression. It’s more than just an article about something arbitrary. Poetry seems much more personal. It’s like a window with a glimpse into the writer’s personal life, his personal experience. I find it to be so powerful. I was going to find a good poem to post, but nothing jumps out at me. Instead, I invite you to take out a pen and paper, and start writing. Let your creative mind run wild!
