The Power of Words: a poetry follow-up

Last night I “read” (recited, actually, but this is the accepted term) a poem that I wrote to express some strong emotions I was feeling.

In preparation, I worked on intonation, I played with words, I even choreographed hand movements that I thought supported the poetic feeling.

When it came time to recite, none of it mattered.

The emotions came rushing back, the words fell from my mouth with heartfelt grace, my hands moved of their own accord.  It was perfect, intense, and I was shaking at the end.

The featured poet of the evening complimented me afterward.  I wish we had filmed it; I will have to attempt to replicate the moment with a camera so I can share it with you; if not, I will post it written.

Poetry is a powerful force.