I started writing in kindergarten, with stories. When I got up to middle school I wrote poetry. I wrote poetry throughout high school, got a couple of poems published nationally my senior year. I wrote poetry until around 2002, then the poetry vein I had been tapping for so many years dried up. Or maybe it was more like an addict trashing the vein from use. Whichever it is, it ultimately ended in me being almost unable to write poetry for the last decade. I wrote two poems in 2007, but they don’t have the same passion or voice of any of my earlier work, they are at best, disappointing.
As stated in a previous blog post I lost much of my earlier work. I do have a handful of work from middle and high school, though.
Thought I’d share one here.
This one is from 1988 or 1989, I believe, when I was in 7th or 8th grade.
Mountains so tall.
Purple, blue, or green.
Capped with glistening
over the valley.
who dwell within.
These mountains were the inspiration of the piece.
Do you have nature inspired poems? Early work that you look at fondly? I would love to see some from others.