Poetry

Some of you have been asking why I haven't posted anything on my blog in a while. Well, it all has to do with the poetry comment on the last blog. Which poem do I want to submit out there to cyber space??? Then it got me to thinking...I haven't written anything in quite a while. There are some random scribbles in my journal, but nothing more. Excuses, excuses--I know! I will get around to posting some poetry in the near future. Please don't go getting your hopes up folks. As for now, I thought I just better get blogging so I can maintain the faithful following of friends who still read my ramblings. Did you notice the alliteration I slipped in there? I'm already getting poetic on you!

So maybe I will write you a little something on how I started writing poetry in the first place, for those of you who don't already know. I guess it started with Mrs. Lincoln in the fourth grade. I loved that woman. She was so sweet. She had us do a lot of writing and I couldn't get enough. She was so encouraging and it always made me want to write more. She also had us choose poems to read out loud in front of the class on this little wooden box, kind of like a platform. That's when I discovered Shel Silverstein. I felt comfortable up there on that little box reciting poetry. Later on in grade school my grandad died. When I found out, I went to my room and just felt like writing. I ended up writing a poem and came out of my room to show my dad. He helped me write the last line. The poem ended up being in the program for the funeral and I read it in front of everyone at the service. Well, I sort of read it. See, I thought I would be tough and not cry during the service so I could read my poem, but all those tears I had saved up all came pouring out just a little bit into the poem. My uncle Calvin was up there with me and read the rest of the lines.

After that I wrote a few poems here and there. In high school I started writing what I like to call scribbles. Mostly just a couple of lines for a poem. My high school English teacher had us write our own poetry. That's when I finally got some of those scribbles together and made a few poems out of them. I'm still a scribbler. Lines will come to me and if I don't write them down they become lost. So, I keep them in my journal or sometimes on random pieces of paper in my purse. The last time I put any of those scribbles together was during grad school when one of the professors had us do a Writer's Workshop. The poem I wrote for that is the one I'm looking for. Not long ago I put a bunch of my scribbles and poems on the computer and our hard drive crashed. I still have hard copies, but I have to find them! I'll let you know when I do!