To me, poetry is raw emotion; perhaps pure emotion. I liken it to my backyard where everyday conversation is like the cut grass, inviting and crisp. Familiar even. Poetry is the wild grass and trees behind the cut lawn. It provides definition and beauty to the lawn before it. It doesn't seek to explain its existence. It just allows the wind to blow through, moving it as it will. Raw, unkept, but still guiding the soul. **I am a recovered attorney and former corporate professional, on hiatus from the Big world of Big people in Big suits. I am learning to be in a little world with a little person wearing little suits (most with zippers and snaps). I still don't know what I want to be next. But for now, I am going to just focus on being mom and the Wednesday Poet.
See blog entry explaining more about the "why" behind these poems here: