While brainstorming a name for my poetry blog, I of course just jotted down random ideas for a domain name. I wanted one that would capture what I was trying to do and compel the curious to stop by. It had to be a name that showed a little of my personality and style, too.
In the course of jotting down ideas I noticed, once again, how website names are often just words run together followed by a dot com or dot org, so in true brainstorming fashion, I just wrote what I was thinking and…wait a minute…back up. There it was, the perfect name for my blog. Not only is it a literal observation if a modern phenom, it’s a truth. In poetry and prose, words run together, gathering strength, like streams forming a river, and carry the reader off to a new place, around a hidden bend in the river or over a waterfall and, sometimes, out to sea. Words run together toward discovery and therein lies one of life’s greatest joys.
Poetry illuminates the overlooked, articulates the difficult to express. When it’s good, the poet is mere catalyst, channeling the thing that must be said. At its best, poetry is a gift of mutual discovery, for both poet and reader.
Here are some of my discoveries. Tell me, how do you share your gifts?