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- Your thumb knows exactly where to swipe, but your heart doesn’t know why it’s still racing. Let’s put the phone down for a moment and talk about the quiet rebellion of reading poetry. I want you to think about the last time you opened a news app or scrolled through your feed. It probably started with a single tap, didn’t it? One notification, one headline that felt urgent. And then, before you knew it, twenty minutes had vanished. You were no longer reading; you were consuming. Your eyes darted from left to right, skimming surfaces, grabbing bits of information without letting them settle. It’s efficient, sure. But let’s unpack that efficiency. Is it actually serving you, or is it just keeping you in a state of low-grade anxiety? I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how our attention has been colonized by the need for constant novelty. We treat our minds like browsers with too many tabs open, waiting for the next pop-up, the next alert, the next hit of dopamine. But poetry asks for something entirely different. Poetry asks for slowness. It asks you to stop moving. When you read a poem, you cannot skim. You have to sit with the rhythm of the lines. You have to feel the weight of each word. It’s an act of resistance in a world that rewards speed. There is a structural difference between how we process news and how we process verse. News is designed to be discarded. Once the hour turns, once the cycle moves on, that article becomes obsolete. It’s disposable information. But poetry is built to last. It’s crafted with such precision that every syllable matters. Think about the way a poet chooses a verb. They don’t just pick the first word that comes to mind; they hunt for the one that fits perfectly, like a key in a lock. When you encounter that kind of intentionality, your brain has to shift gears. You can’t rush it. You have to lean in. This is what I call the architecture of attention. In a news feed, your attention is fragmented, scattered across hundreds of stimuli. In poetry, your attention is focused, held together by the thread of the stanza. It’s like going from shouting in a crowded room to having a one-on-one conversation with someone who truly sees you. That shift changes your physiology. Your breathing slows. Your shoulders drop. Does it make you breathe easier? For me, it always does. It’s not just about the words on the page; it’s about the space they create around you. I’ll be playfully honest with you here because I used to struggle with this too. Even after years of being an editor, even after I moved to the coast to slow down my life, I found myself reaching for my phone when I was bored. And I’m not talking about waiting in line at the coffee shop. I mean sitting on the couch, five minutes before dinner, feeling that itch to check something. Anything. I realized that I was afraid of boredom. I thought boredom was empty. But poetry taught me that boredom is just silence waiting to be filled with presence. I remember finding a collection of Mary Oliver’s poems in a secondhand bookstore in Provincetown. I didn’t buy it because I was looking for wisdom. I bought it because the cover was blue, and I liked the color. But when I opened it and read 'The Summer Day,' something shifted. She writes about grazing in the grass, looking up at the sky, asking what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? It wasn’t a headline. It wasn’t a tweet. It was a question that hung in the air, demanding an answer that couldn’t be typed into a search bar. That moment stuck with me. It reminded me that some things are too big to be summarized in fourteen characters. News feeds thrive on clarity. They want to tell you exactly what happened, who is to blame, and what you should feel about it. There’s a comfort in that certainty, even if the news is bad. But poetry embraces ambiguity. It allows for multiple meanings, for shadows and light to coexist. This might sound confusing, but it’s actually very comforting to the human psyche. We spend so much of our day trying to solve problems, to find definitive answers. Poetry gives us permission to sit with the questions. It validates the complexity of our emotions. When you read a poem that describes grief, or joy, or longing, you might find that it articulates something you’ve felt but couldn’t name. That recognition is powerful. It makes you feel less alone. In a news feed, you are often told how to react. In poetry, you are invited to interpret. You become an active participant in the meaning-making process. This engages different parts of your brain, those deeper, more reflective areas that we rarely use when we’re scrolling. It’s mental yoga. It stretches your capacity for nuance. And in a world that loves black-and-white thinking, that ability to hold gray areas is a superpower. This connects back to everything we’ve talked about regarding intentional living. Choosing to read poetry is a choice to prioritize depth over breadth. It’s a choice to value quality over quantity. You don’t need to read a whole book. You don’t need to finish a chapter. You just need ten minutes. Find a poem that resonates with you today. Maybe it’s about nature, maybe it’s about love, maybe it’s about the mundane beauty of washing dishes. Read it aloud. Say the words out loud. Feel the texture of the consonants and the flow of the vowels. Notice how your body responds. Are you tense? Relaxed? Sad? Hopeful? There is no wrong response. The goal isn’t to understand the poem intellectually; the goal is to experience it emotionally. This practice of slowing down and paying attention is a form of self-care. It’s a way of saying to yourself, 'My mind deserves rest. My soul deserves nourishment.' It’s not vanity. It’s not frivolous. It’s essential maintenance for the spirit. In the same way that you might choose organic skincare or sustainable fabrics, choosing poetic language is a choice to curate your inner environment. You are deciding what you allow into your consciousness. So, how do we bring this into our daily lives? How do we make space for poetry when our days are so full? Start small. Don’t try to write your own sonnets yet. Just begin by reading. Keep a notebook by your bed. Pick a poem every morning or every evening. Make it a ritual. Light a candle if that helps. Sit in a comfortable chair. Put your phone in another room. Let the silence wrap around you. If you don’t have a favorite poet, look up contemporary voices. There are so many wonderful writers today who are capturing the modern experience in beautiful ways. Or go back to the classics. Emily Dickinson. Walt Whitman. Langston Hughes. Their words have survived for centuries because they speak to truths that haven’t changed. The technology changes, the trends change, but the human heart remains the same. Poetry taps into that permanence. It reminds us that we are part of a long lineage of people who have loved, lost, hoped, and dreamed. Reading it feels different than reading news feeds because it connects you to something larger than yourself. It grounds you. It reminds you that while the world may be chaotic, there is order in art. There is peace in beauty. And you are allowed to seek that peace, whenever you need it. Take a deep breath. You’ve done enough today. I’ll see you next time, my dear friend. Until then, keep it chic, keep it kind, and keep breathing.