strolls + musings [or how I learned to write again].

recently, i met a man who inspired me to pick up the pen + write again. i strayed from writing a few years ago, when a camera seduced me. strangely, our meeting coincided with the battery charger for my camera being lost; it has been asleep since. i cannot, therefore, attribute all influence to him. however, he is largely the reason words flow so prolifically. it has been a most liberating undertaking.

this man refers to himself as a writer + poet, amongst other creative endeavours. the term poet seems to be thrown around a lot these days. it is overused, and i feel there is a contrived nature to those who ascribe the term to self. i have written poems, but I am not a poet. must one have published a collections of poems to call themselves a poet? poetry encompasses so many styles. what, exactly, constitutes a poet? perhaps i should leave that for now.

i must admit, though, i’ve not read a whole lot of this man’s musings – the odd blog from his band’s website, lyrics he has written, emails he has sent. he writes well. very well. and good writing turns me on. [oh! i digress] so let’s delve a little into the poet thing. when done well, song lyrics are a high form of poetry. and if his beautiful, intelligent lyrics are anything to go by, this man is most certainly a poet.

he is a writer whose words i would love to physically embrace. perhaps kiss, if I was game enough. what this man does not know is the degree to which he has inspired me. our strolls + musings together allowed me to pick up a pen + just write. and for that, i will forever be grateful.