Today I am thinking about women, place, and potency. As I mentioned earlier, I was just in Denver with a group of my best girlfriends. Denver is a fun city: plains that stretch into a never-ending horizon, weed stores selling s'mores cookies, front porches with razor scooters. I get why people like it so much.
One thing that I love about traveling is the sense of potency, or the power of small moments. Setting the table is gift. The wet grass feels like an ocean. Flowers are yellow miracles. Jokes turn into an ab exercise.
Today I'd like to share this poem by Nayirrah Waheed. I love Waheed's style: crisp, emotive, and resonant. And it's very, very potent—her poems are shorter than many of the ones I read, but her words are loaded. By the time we get to the last line, I feel as if I've read a narrative. That sort of poetic efficiency is what makes poetry so special; you can so much so quickly. I'm teaching myself to mirror this sort of style myself, and using it as inspiration to write my own. (Not everything I write is going online just yet!)
Furthermore, it reminds me of love. Loving people, loving places... And never having to lose anything simply because of time or distance.
i am your friend
a soul for your soul
a place for your life.
sun or water.
we are a lighthouse.
— lighthouse, by nayirrah waheed
what does potency in poetry mean for you?