I guess other blogs have inspired me speak tell more of my history of poetry (just goes to show that I am a follower shhh). I always remember writing--mostly about my cats and dogs (they're just so darn cuddly!). My earliest documented poem was probably in the third grade when I still wore socks up to my knees. It went something like this:
What if the world turned upside down
Then all of the trees will fall out of the ground.
What if the color of our world turned black and white
Then all the penguins would fit in just right.
What if all the music disappeared
The we will all turn into mimes or live without ears
What if kids ruled
Now that would be cool
(I must admit, I did edit this a little, just a tiny bit! Ha I can't let nonsense stand) After that I explored in middle school, mostly writing grotesque poems about botulism and violins (which just sounded like sex, not surprisingly--Foster is right, we are all obsessed). My poems tended towards free-verse, as they still do. Until one day in Mr. Blackwell's class when I wrote this masterpiece:
Gary the Canary was a small flightless bird
Gary the Canary was a miner-superb
Okay so maybe that isn't all my poetry has come to (Hint: check the litmag from a couple of years ago). Since then I have dropped poetry all together in favor of prose. Maybe David Sedaris convinced me. (Hint: check the litmag site, wait does that still exist?)
So now I mostly write satires and loop music over the sounds of my washing machine. It's a beautiful thing.
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