Becoming a Poet

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads A Poem of Our Own

 

Once upon a time I was a teenage girl

Every night

Chasing poems in my dreams

Every day

Living in my own shadow

Painting a self-portrait by numbers

With a life of its own

Until I let it go

Became me

And

Instead of chasing poetry

It’s scribbling on my soul

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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26 thoughts on “Becoming a Poet

    1. It’s something you can only learn with age. When young, I wanted to experience everything, write about everything, go everywhere. Now I let it come to me, even when lying in bed with a chest infection. I have to get up and go out tomorrow, so I’m hoping a day in bed will set me up for Monday morning. 😮

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  1. Love this, especially those last two lines. Would have loved the poem titles to have hyperlinks so I could read the poems you referenced because now my curiosity is piqued 🙂

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