One byproduct of participating in the writing panel last night is an impulse to work on my poetry. Having a group of people listening to me, telling me they like my poems, motivates me a great deal. Writing, for the most part, is a pretty lonely avocation. It requires a certain solitude of mind and heart. Whether I'm writing in a noisy business office or on the shores of Lake Superior, I need to isolate myself, physically or mentally or spiritually. However, when I stand in front of an audience, when I see how my words effect people, that makes me take up pen and paper. It reminds me of why I write poetry. It's about connection, of being part of the human experience. Today is also a working poet day.
|Looks good to me|
Saint Marty is ready to face the heat.