The church wrote and received a Worship Renewal Grant this year that has led to art workshops: drawing, clay, poetry, textiles, and music. Yesterday was poetry. We sat at tables with other people, followed prompts, and wrote poetry. But. Um. Excuse me. I’m the one who gives poetry writing assignments–not the one who does them. It was surprisingly uncomfortable for me. Computerguy was writing cute, fun poetry and getting a big kick out of the whole thing. He even went in front of the room and read one of his poems out loud (Really!). And I think it got the most comments of the day (and today, too.) And I was sitting there mumbling “I have a Ph.D. in English. I study the best poetry ever written. That’s what I do. I can’t just…” It’s not how I write poetry. Just look and write. I work and scribble and cross out and force my thoughts into formal structures and work out what I need to say by doing so. “This isn’t my best poetry…I have something better…Don’t read this.”
Relax, Bookgirl. Just relax.