“If you want a definition of poetry, say, ‘Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing,’ and let it go at that.”— Dylan Thomas
April is National Poetry month, and a good time to rediscover the joys of poetry. Since my adolescence in the 1960s, poetry has been a source of inspiration for me. When I was a little girl, I used to have these little pocket poetry books that I would slip in my purse and pull out to read for inspiration— whether sitting in a doctor’s office or waiting for my grandmother to pick me up from school. I can’t remember all the poets’ names, but Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman surely come to mind. Reading poetry was my form of spirituality and provided a bond to my subconscious mind. I could not have talked about it like this back then, but upon reflection, that’s exactly what it did. It was my own little world of words strung together poetically.
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