While cleaning out some old files I came across an 81/2 x 11 canary lined sheet of paper on which I had inscribed some notes I had jotted down some thirty to forty years ago. Written in pencil utilizing the Palmer Method of Penmanship what follows is probably my first attempt at poetry.
I would like to share it with you today.
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So you're not a writer
So do poems-
Anyone can write poems
All you have to do is spell
And take poetic license
so if it doesn't come out OK-
No one gives a shit anyway.
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Seems that way back then... I was a poet and didn't know it.
That's a good one! I shudder to think what I must have written when I was love smitten in high school. I'd better not find one of those.
Some of the poets here need that very narrow (1 inch wide) notepad that my mother gave me. Up at the top was printed: "A notepad for narrow-minded bastards."
325 letters my father wrote to my mother during his time in World War II.
Woven together in a timeline of events of three of his brothers, 5 brothers-in-law, and one cousin, all 10 of them were in WWII at the same time.
Love ya!
Jane
Some of the poets here need that very narrow (1 inch wide) notepad that my mother gave me. Up at the top was printed: "A notepad for narrow-minded bastards."
Ron