What Poets Are For

Sunday, June 21, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Why do it songbirds? Why rise up, wake up, and sing?

Even Nature knows we should do what we love, even The Earth makes music making mandatory first thing in the morning.

Thought I'd join in.

Sometimes everything's all right. The calm is the storm.

An idyllic New England Spring sunrise.

Blue sky, kind clouds, light breeze, cool temps.

A sparrow even landed an arms length from me as I was out walking with Abe... paused to look me in the eye, say good morning, and fly away to enjoy the sky.

Do you think The World is always in the process of starting a conversation with us?

If you ever told or wrote a story, you know Life is perpetually conversing with us.

The scenery changes as The Hero grows. The stuff of our lives is emblematic of where we are. The stories we store in the props that surround us make us who we are. The quality of our day is determined by how we choose to define our surroundings.

Our choice of words, and what we choose those words to mean, make the experience called our life.

Word choice rules the world of people.

Helping words mean more is what a poet is for.

And so I work to make more spaces for dreams to come true.

Somebody's gotta watch our language.

It's what poets are for.

Thanks for reading.