An Artist, Photographer, Writer, Poet

Daily Archives: October 3, 2013

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Prompt:   Write  a Poem

about Why We wrote

that very first poem.

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Accidental Poet

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I don’t remember

the first “real poem”

I wrote.

When I started writing,

at first it at was journal style,

and  I would break the sentences

down poetry style

so I could edit them.

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They were unintentional

free form poems.

I have poems from the

mid-seventies,

that just popped

into my head

and I wrote them down.

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In school I must have had

some reference to poetry,

and I have a small collection

of poetry books

from over the years.

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In the mid-nineties

I met a man, a poet,

that taught at University.

To this day I can remember

thinking,

“What can he teach

…. what is there about poetry

that can be  enough

to teach so someone

can get a  PhD.”

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Along came a memoir class,

and I had gotten a computer.

I needed prompts/inspirations

and started Googling.

It was October

and there were

prompts

that filled my mind

to over flowing

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Along came dVerse

and

“Imaginary Toads”

THEN

I found out how a poet

must work, and sometimes

meet difficult standards

…. oh my goodness,

out of the dark gray matter,

I realize somewhere

…high school

or nursing school

I learned about

poetry rhyme and meter

and different styles.

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So my answer to

where do I get inspiration?

From the dear folks

on the poetry blogs.

It has opened

up a new world

for me…

thank goodness.

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The prompts

swirl around

in the subconscious

of my mind,

And all of a sudden,

a something I read,

see,  hear,  a news story,

starts the flow of words.

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I guess you can call me

an accidental poet.

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Journal

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