At work, a few weeks ago, a friend and colleague of mine with whom I share a passion for poetry and the written word, introduced me to someone who he said was a poet as well. She was a lovely lady who specializes in performance poetry. This, then, was another colleague in the library who would probably rather be a successful author than a library employee, but there you go.
I chatted with her for a while and it soon became apparent that she had not published many of her poems but would like to if given the opportunity. I thought that if I were still editing my poetry magazine I would certainly have invited her to submit.
It is always fun for me to talk about poetry as it is a subject that is not only dear to my heart but I think that I truly understand people's love for it. It's that most gentle and fragile and brutal of arts; unbeatable, really.
I chatted with her for a while and it soon became apparent that she had not published many of her poems but would like to if given the opportunity. I thought that if I were still editing my poetry magazine I would certainly have invited her to submit.
It is always fun for me to talk about poetry as it is a subject that is not only dear to my heart but I think that I truly understand people's love for it. It's that most gentle and fragile and brutal of arts; unbeatable, really.
