Poetry speaks– who i am
10 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
We have a new collection of poetry, aimed at the young adult audience, with accompanying cd. The cd contains tracks of each poem being read aloud, which I always think is the only way to go. I don’t really enjoy much poetry (except haiku and limericks, but I think that’s the sign of a purile brain), and reading it to one’s self is utterly dreary. But if it’s read aloud, especially by the author, I actually like it! Yes! Like it!
I did enjoy one I read today. It was about a first outing for bra shopping. The poor narrator doesn’t have a good time. I really can sympathize, as I have had bad experience in the lingerie department too. Not as a young girl in unfamilliar surroundings, but as a grown woman with many years’ experience–it was a terrible shock to have a bra lady act like I knew not my own size, nor what I wanted and where to find it. Actually, my first bra shopping should have been horrendous, but was just fine. My grandma took me (a lady who likes noise, drama, embarrassment of others, standing up to overbearing clerks for embarrassing others, and so on), and we went to Hatfields, in the Eastgate Mall in Walla Walla. The saleslady took one look at me, chose the right size and style, I tried it on, she complimented the fit, we bought it and were done. Easy! Unpoetical, too. That’s the sad part of being pretty easy-going. You just can’t get a hurtful situation going to write about.
