|when did you begin writing poetry?do you recall the impetus for your first real poem?|
i don’t know if it was a “real” poem or not but it was the first time i was moved to write my words down.
the sun is high
and so is the love
from me to you
i wish you were a daisy
if you were
i would pick you
i was in second grade. i had a hard time getting the concept of time. how could the 3 also be a 15? to me it didn’t make sense. but words. words i got. i had played with words in my head before, but this was the first time that i had tried to tell some one something with them. i was only 6 so i’m sure this was not about a love affair. oddly still, it seems at 6 that i wanted people to be rendered inanimate. i guess it is easier to tell people how you feel about them if you can’t be sure that they can hear you.
i continued to write poetry from that point on. i learned very early on that you don’t talk about your poetry. poetry has such a negative connotation. that of the sullen, pouty, girl who is a sideline sitter. or worse yet, the finger snapping beret wearing goofball. i never really understood that. why is poetry embraced when set to music but thought fodder when the melody must be imagined?
my favorite minds have been writers of poetry. set to music or no. i like the way you can hide in poetry. in prose you have to spill the details in order to not lose your reader. in poetry you can tell your story but the reader may hear their own. when i write poetry i am the girl at the dance who keeps her coat on. it’s a dance so the reader might infer that i have a dress on under the coat, but only i know that the dress is the most beautiful violet. or that it’s not a dress at all but shorts and a tank top. it’s the way i reveal a story that i can’t or don’t want to share plainly.
thanks for asking mr. nobody and thanks for reading…E