I didn’t fall in love with poetry in high school. Recently, I found “A Second Book of Poetry” from that period of my life. The cover has doodles, appointments and names scribbled on it. I must have had a teacher who encouraged us to write in our poetry books. Inside, I’ve taken notes and scrawled an ongoing commentary on many of the pages.
My formal education lapsed after high school as my father required that I get a job immediately to help support my younger siblings. With an early marriage, life’s course was redirected once again. In my thirties, I returned to college studying English and Creative Writing. When we began the module on poetry, the instructor emphasized that within poetry you have total freedom; something inside of me sighed in deep relief. Never before in my life had I been told I had “total freedom”! That was the moment that inner walls crumbled and I discovered a medium in which I could express my true self. POETRY!
I couldn’t have imagined how much my soul craved this expression! I ran with it. Every feeling and wayward thought found a home in free verse. I didn’t bother with rhyming or other poetic forms in those days. I wrote short or rambling, unpunctuated lines, upper or lower case letters, whatever flowed through me and demanded a voice. Prior to this, journal writing had worked its own cathartic magic. With poetry, feeling-imbued thoughts were given free rein and I was off and running…daily. I remember times when I slipped from the bed to the floor with my pen and poetry journal in hand, writing poem after poem. It was as if a long-muzzled creature had suddenly been freed and given voice–there was this and that and this and then that!
Have you experienced a fear and dread of poetry? Did you have a coming of age where you finally began to appreciate poetry? Have you found and released your inner poet? Write about your poetic roots or initiation into poetry.
Remember, you have total freedom in poetry.