A Poet Is

"A poet is someone who can pour light into a cup and then raise it to nourish your beautiful--perhaps parched--holy mouth." -- Hafiz

The second Monday of the month is a night I really look forward to in any given month. I have dedicated it to the listening and the reading of poetry. Some times I am entertained, sometimes bored. Other times I can be shocked and sometimes find myself nodding in agreement. Whatever my response, I just enjoy sitting amoung other poets.

There is no mystery there. People like to be with people that are similar to them. When I am crafting, I have the same synergy. When I go to a concert, I get the same feeling. It's nice to have that stimulus of other people.

Although, I think I rely too much on that stimulus. When I am driving home from a poetry event I am thinking, "ok, you need to crank out a poem before your head hits the pillow." But then I walk in the door and the cat's dish is nearly empty, the bed needs to be cleared of the mail and what I wore to work that day, and a couple calls on the answering machine that force you to find a pencil and paper so you can jot down a really important number. Then you look at the clock and after a few quick preparations, you are under the covers, asleep.

I want to be a poet that pours light into a cup and raises it nourish my beautiful, parched, holy mouth.