A Reader’s Confession

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It’s been crazy around here lately. Surgeries and construction, near constant chaos and crisis and I have been feeling more than a little worn out. So when the planets aligned and Fate conspired to give me a night off, I decided to give myself a treat and listen to a live poetry reading by spoken word poet, Sarah Kay. The reading was a celebration of Sarah’s new book, The Type and was held at the Sheen Center in NYC. With everything that has been going on here at home, I didn’t think I could make it into the city for the event, but much to my surprise and joy, it was also broadcast on the internet and I was able to watch from the comfort of my own couch. (Thank you so very much to the event organizers who made this option available to those of us who couldn’t attend in person!!)

The event was lovely and just what I needed to unwind after a stressful couple of weeks. I really enjoyed hearing Sarah perform her poems, both old and new, and have already begun a campaign of heavy hinting involving this book and my upcoming birthday. From what I heard tonight and based on my experience with Sarah’s previous books, The Type will be a brilliant addition to my library of poetry books.

After a lovely evening of poetry and music, I was feeling inspired and wrote a (very) short poem. I don’t pretend to be a professional poet like Sarah, (or anything even close) but I enjoyed writing it and thought I would share. Enjoy!

A Reader’s Confession
By Kerry Gauthier

When I read poetry,
The rhythms of my thoughts shift and mold themselves into stanzas.

When I read books,
I hear the words of a silent narrator guiding me – the unseen heroine –
Through the paces of a story that has yet to be written.

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2 Responses to A Reader’s Confession

  1. Glad you were inspired – and enjoyed yourself so much: alas, poetry (of any kind) usually leaves me cold! Wish I could do as you do: reading, which used to be a joy, now sends me to sleep as soon as I begin the first page. Although, when needed, an old favourite will keep me awake and enjoying it!

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