The speaker yesterday was Seattle Poet Populist Mike Hickey. What a great opportunity to hear him read some of his works and speak to us about poetry. Besides my funny poems I've posted recently and poker run directions, I haven't thought about serious poetry in years.
The thought of it took my breath away and charged me up in a way I haven't been charged up in a long time. I got some good advice from Mr. Hickey about how to develop a poem that's been stuck in my head for some time and also advice on how to recapture the confidence of writing poetry.
When I was in college I went to my professor's office and had her read my poetry. She read it, then told me "it's not what people are reading." I have been baffled over that comment ever since. For a 20-something, it was enough of a sting to cease my poetry writing from that point.
After yesterday, I feel sad that I let it go over such a flippant comment and wonder what I could have written in all those years. But now that I feel charged up about it, I'm excited to try my hand at it again. I feel like the tin man who Dorothy and the Scarecrow found rusted into stillness and then they oiled him up until he slowly started moving his limbs.