Poetry In, Poetry Out
I’m beginning to think in poems.
The more that lyrics become my obsession and little God Poems before sleep become my ritual, the more my thoughts turn poetic. I sleep better because of it. I leave my thoughts alone as soon as I end one on a good line. I want to end every day that way, on a good line, and let it echo into my dreams.
I’m reading more poetry than I ever have. Is it any wonder I’ve never been particularly poetic; I used to hate poetry (unless it sounded like a song). I read philosophy and psychology books and that was about it. Made occasional exceptions for fiction books like Dune that are as much philosophy and psychology as they are fiction. Now I’m reading Emerson journals and God poems every day and suddenly I can write songs.
I may be on to something.
Send me your favorite poems.
Here’s a God Poem for you.