I had poetry on my mind this week, which isn't to say that I sought it out. Rather, just being aware of it let me see it in some surprising places. I have the feeling this will become a common theme with my writings for this class.

Today I was playing through an older video game of mine — Silent Hill 2 — and reading through the notes that you find during gameplay. One struck me as relevant to poetry, as despite not being a poem per-say, still read to me as poetry. The note is from the diary of a dying man, and reads:

Rain.
Stared out the window all day.
Peaceful here - nothing to do.
Still not allowed to go outside.

May 13
It's clear outside.
The doctors told me I've been
released - that I've got to go
home.
I --------------

For the sake of brevity, I edited out the days between the first and the last. This was not written as poetry. Yet I can read it as a poem. It seems to me to be a poem. There is something I feel I should learn from that, but damned if I know what it is yet.

Hopefully I'll have a more intelligible response to these discoveries next week.