Throughout my time, I often point out the mistakes in writing, rather than absorb the beauty. It’s so easy to point out the negative, what they did wrong than what they worked so hard on and did right. I’ve been wired like this for a long time. They stick out so easily and prevent me from moving on to the beauty of the piece. Often I find myself questioning if it is in our nature or how we’ve been taught as a society to pick apart every detail and focus on what could have been better?
Recently I found you, you misspelled tag on a poem. And you too, you forgotten period at the end of a line. I found you too, you misspelled word in a poem about the sun shining down upon you. I see you all, and I think you do this to me on purpose, to know that we are not perfect, to know that poetry is life and life is not perfect, and love, love is not perfect either.
We are inevitably flawed and yet I wish it all to be perfect, and I want poetry to be perfect because it pours directly from our hearts and our hearts pour out the truest emotions in our poetry. Shouldn’t we strive to reflect our truest form in poetry?
It’s a battle of cyclical proportions: we are who we are and we show it through poetry, we strive to become someone or something and we show that through poetry, and we see what has been and we tell our stories through poetry.
So now when I stop at those forgotten opportunities of improvement I say, “I see you. I get you. I am you, too.” for we have all been that forgotten detail in someone’s story.
What is she doing up there on the stage, graduating with a masters in IT when she should have graduated with Anthropology, with Archaeology, with Egyptology as her focus?
And why is she pregnant, and with a child, when she didn’t want kids to begin with, when she wanted to be an explorer, when she was going to sit among the pyramids.
Where did those dreams go? She has tears in her eyes, she may be sorrowful, and wondering the same thing.
She may be full of regrets, but I hope she is happy with where she is and who she is with.
This is part two of the writing prompt from the poetry workshop with Carlos Andres Gomez. The prompt is to look at the celebratory moment as if you are watching as a bystander in a different era. For reference, check the first poem in the writing prompt here: https://coffee-shop-sessions.com/2020/07/02/this-is-our-moment/