Adversity can bring about unexpected discovers as you tap into forgotten resources to overcome the challenge. Covid-19 has done that for me. It revived the sleeping poet, slumbering deep in my soul. The virus enabled me to find my first love.
My First Love
Poetry, you were my first love,
Long before I entered the maze of grammar and punctuation
You were like building blocks scrolled with my childish hand,
A written prayer, a private benediction
My first love became
A toy made of letters and words at my command,
With no beginning or end or predesigned direction
I could play with you however I wanted,
And it was not required for anyone but me to understand
Your hidden meaning.
Sadly, I moved on to other loves.
The short story and novel take up most of my time.
But over the years, I’ve discovered I will never escape you.
Sometimes without planning it, my words still rhythm.
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On Our Terms
I brought Carol S. Dweck’s Mindset home because it caught my attention. This poem I created from my rescued book is titled On Our Terms.
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What Does it Mean?
I brought Carol S. Dweck’s Mindset home because it caught my attention. This poem I created from my rescued book is titled What Does it Mean?
This is beautiful: My first love became
A toy made of letters and words at my command…
This is a lovely poem, Molly. Poetry is my first love too and I have always dabbled with it. Interestingly enough, my poetry muse vanished in March when the world went into lockdown and I despaired of her returning. I have written three poems since I wrote my muse post a short while ago. It is amazing what triggers the imagination and word flow.