Truth and Reality as I know it to be

Poems

Story time.
For poems? Say what?

While I write poems, I am not a poet.

My first poem was written when I was in 6th grade. It was to cope with the death of my G’ma. Yes, G’ma because “Grandma” was too long of a word for me to scribble in letters to her beginning when I was 5 years old.

English has always been my strong suit. A writer, a novelist is what I wanted to be after snatching the school issued copy of the Diary of Anne Frank, one of my older sisters brought home and left sitting out. I read it in one sitting from front to back when I was 8 years old. I definitively knew I wanted to be a writer, like Anne Frank. Didn’t take long for me to realize writers didn’t earn sustainable income. I was already poor, I didn’t want to be poor my entire life. I wrote for myself and kept writing for myself throughout the years.

The first poem I wrote was when I was in 6th grade after the passing of my beloved G’ma.

In high school, I nearly failed the poetry units, with their iambic pentameters, or | a b | a b | which seemed  more like a mathematician’s approach. I am not a fan of math; it isn’t a natural skill for me.
Somehow I muddled through poetry units in school.  I also was terrible at deciphering poems. That was more frustrating than writing a poem. The poetry I was told was “good” and required to study had such flowery, abstract, or obscure imagery. I graduated high school without fully comprehending what “prose” encompassed. To this day, I am terrible at dissecting the structure of English and grammar. Nouns, adjectives, adverbs, verbs. I have to look them up. Much of poetry sounded like the writer tried too hard to have the poem fit the applicable structural formula, that the verses were used to meet the criteria.

Point is, not enough poetry was down to earth. I wanted poetry easy to relate to, but not necessarily a literal meaning.

I took a creative writing class as a high school senior, then in college, I took English electives, also creative writing to develop short story fiction skills. Both actually helped me to be comfortable with writing poems. It became less of a painful mental exercise and more therapeutic over time. I began to appreciate the structural forms of poetry. I still avoid reading most poetry. .

I had planned on making three different sites. One for art, one for writing, and one as a more or less professional blog.

I’m needing to establish at least some of my work in an online presence format. While WordPress is not the ideal manner, it is the one I can invest in currently.

While many of my poems are in text format to allow legibility, occasionally I may upload images of the hard copy, because part of the meaning of a poem is the craft, the penmanship. Not to mention the doodles, the sketches, and other tidbits with them.  Notebooks and pens are purchased regularly. Mead composition and double wire-o binded notebooks of various sizes are the ones I prefer.

Poem for a Genuine Friend

Held Captive

Sprinkled with Stars

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