I am not a poet. This is tragic because I love poetry so very much.

I love the economy of verse -- how you can feel so much from few words. We all love Twitter and Facebook because it's quick and easy, but poetry is the same in a way; except that someone spent time finding the perfect way to say something that is true.

I should read it more often.

My favorite poem is <em>The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,</em> by T S Eliot.

These lines always pop into my head at the most interesting times, like when I'm making coffee. Or lying in bed, sick as a dog, which I am today.
<blockquote>And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;</blockquote>
(Incidentally, my friend Amy Turn Sharp is <a href="http://www.amyturnsharp.com/blog/">writing and sharing a poem a day for a year</a> -- it is one of the coolest daily projects I have ever seen and you should check it out.)