Has it really been months since the last time I posted anything? Acutally, I post plenty of blogs for work, but I can't believe I haven't posted anything here since January. The good news is that work is great. The company is doing awesome and I am SO busy. The bad news is that it's been a few months since I've written any poetry. My heart and soul are screaming for a good release. Today I cleaned my house and cranked up an old Sheryl Crow CD. I was so close to queing up an old Patti Griffin CD but ran out of time before dinner. These are two artists who are poetic, honest, and are second only to my absolute favorite artist - Melissa Etheridge.
No matter what I do for a living, I will always be a poet. I don't know how to define what being a poet is, I just know that ever since I was 5 years old and wrote my first poem, I knew there was something different about me. Something different about the way I perceive things. Something different about the way I react to things. Something different about the way I cope, celebrate, and live.
The other day I pointed out to someone that it looked like one cloud was trying to catch up with another. That person said they'd never looked at the clouds long enough to realize anything like that.
Today I watched a father and son pull into a gas station. The boy looked around 8 years old. The father went into the gas station to pay while the boy eagerly hopped out of the car and started cleaning the front windshield with the squeegie. The father returned and helped the boy with a couple of hard-to-reach spots. It's the simple moments that pass by unnoticed or are taken for granted that I just happen to witness from the corner of my eye. A moment that reveals intention and emotion. A moment that inspires me to write a poem...
