I fancy myself to be a bit poetic. I think everyone at one time or another feels poetic. If they don't, then that is sad because anytime you are inspired beyond repair you should feel poetic. Even if nothing comes out of your mouth. So the people who have never felt poetic, have never been inspired beyond repair and in their brief wisp of life they have missed 'it'.
I fancy myself to be a poetic person, but not a poet. Words are constantly tumbling out of my mouth and some actually tend to land on the floor in an interesting pattern with some moderate flare. This does not happen often.
I had the opportunity to visit a vineyard on my last trip. This is one of my favorite things to do when traveling. I had the luck of passing one of my favorite vineyards and I stopped in. It had been 2 years since I had been there and I had completely forgotten how stunning it was.
After I had a beautiful Riesling delivered to me, I walked to the lake and crossed the bridge where a small table beckoned me to sit and breathe and listen and see.
So I did.
And the world received my attention and in turn, inspired me beyond repair.
And I became poetic.
And words tumbled out.
The weeping willow wallowed against the sky,
As it's tendrils traced over the surface of
Undulated with the cadence of comfortable lovers,
Made so by the turning of time &
Brushed my skin cooling the drops,
Called forth from my body by
Of the sun kissed my face spreading warmth,
like the touch of a new lover & friend.
Poetic, but not a poet. And that's okay. As long as you stop and breathe and listen and capture it with your heart.