Okay, if you are not naturally inclined to poetry (or even if you are), just do yourself a favor and try reading this short poem out loud. Try reading it at a measured pace (meaning not racing to get through it). See what pictures come into your head. Just try it. It won't kill you.
by Billy Collins
Some days I put the people in their places at the table,
bend their legs at the knees,
if they come with that feature,
and fix them into tiny wooden chairs.
All afternoon they face one another,
the man in the brown suit,
the woman in the blue dress,
perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved.
But other days, I am the one
who is lifted up by the ribs,
then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse
to sit with the others at the long table.
but how would you like it
if you never knew from one day to the next
if you were going to spend it
striding around like a vivid god,
your shoulders in the clouds,
or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper,
staring straight ahead with your little plastic face?
What do you think? Is this not cool? Do you get what he's talking about? Some days I am on top of the world. I have life nailed and I am doing it well and I am loving it. And then there are all those other days.......with my little plastic face staring straight ahead.
For another taste of Billy, go here