where has the time gone?
One of the joys of getting older is distance of time between now and then.
"Then" can be any number of things, but for me, the significance lies in how I felt when I wrote something, or in many cases, how I felt about someone when I wrote something.
I'm closer to 23 than I am to 22. Graduate school is my future, and high school is my past. Middle school is just a brief side street off Memory Lane.
I almost always have all four of my poetry notebooks with me. I brought them all to France, for example, and just to go home for Christmas, I brought my third and my present journals with me.
My oldest journal has the adorable rhymes of my childhood, but it also holds all my poetry up until the beginning of eleventh grade. My second journal chronicles junior and senior year of high school. My third one starts with what I wrote during Horizon after graduation and goes through December 2008. My latest I have just been writing in a little over a year.
I like keeping all of my notebooks with me because I enjoy seeing how I've changed. The "love" poems of my childhood are precious. I knew nothing of love, but I thought the topic was pretty for poetry. I didn't discover writing from true inspiration until I took a poetry workshop when I was 12, which I took again at 13. Although guys inspire too many of my poems, sadly, I still find inspiration in art, in nature, in music, in dancing, in striving to be a better person. And always, in how I feel. In how outside forces make me feel.
I'm going to do a series of posts, sporadically, as all my series have been. They will consist of old poems with new commentary.
Subject format will be Title, approximate date written, where, for whom (the last two optional).
Sit back, and enjoy what will surely be an amusing, sometimes intriguing, and hopefully occasionally inspiring journey of more than ten years of writing.
"Then" can be any number of things, but for me, the significance lies in how I felt when I wrote something, or in many cases, how I felt about someone when I wrote something.
I'm closer to 23 than I am to 22. Graduate school is my future, and high school is my past. Middle school is just a brief side street off Memory Lane.
I almost always have all four of my poetry notebooks with me. I brought them all to France, for example, and just to go home for Christmas, I brought my third and my present journals with me.
My oldest journal has the adorable rhymes of my childhood, but it also holds all my poetry up until the beginning of eleventh grade. My second journal chronicles junior and senior year of high school. My third one starts with what I wrote during Horizon after graduation and goes through December 2008. My latest I have just been writing in a little over a year.
I like keeping all of my notebooks with me because I enjoy seeing how I've changed. The "love" poems of my childhood are precious. I knew nothing of love, but I thought the topic was pretty for poetry. I didn't discover writing from true inspiration until I took a poetry workshop when I was 12, which I took again at 13. Although guys inspire too many of my poems, sadly, I still find inspiration in art, in nature, in music, in dancing, in striving to be a better person. And always, in how I feel. In how outside forces make me feel.
I'm going to do a series of posts, sporadically, as all my series have been. They will consist of old poems with new commentary.
Subject format will be Title, approximate date written, where, for whom (the last two optional).
Sit back, and enjoy what will surely be an amusing, sometimes intriguing, and hopefully occasionally inspiring journey of more than ten years of writing.