Flashback Fridays: Poetry

Confession time.

When I was in fifth grade, I wanted to be a poet.

I wrote a great many until about mid-junior high. Then I quit writing poetry all together. I didn’t really write poetry again until I got into a college form and theory class and wrote some formal poetry for assignments.

Two things I’ve learned:

1. Writing bad poetry is easy.

2. Writing good poetry is so incredibly difficult it’s impossible

But, in the spirit of Flashback Fridays, I am going to share a poem that I wrote in fifth grade. This is the poem that won a class contest and encouraged my desires of being a poet.

Here we go. Remember I wrote this in fifth grade.

A horrible dream with lightening and thunder,

The wind, the rain, goes over and under.

I stand by the window, frightened and scared,

I would run away if only I dared.

I see a book and move over a little,

It opens right to the dead center middle.

I see scary words and they say,

You will die on this day.

Even though it didn’t make sense,

I feared it was true and I grew tense.

I thought the end of my world had come,

But I woke up screaming and knew I was won.

I think that dream might come true some day,

I don’t really know, I cannot say.

What in the world was I trying to say?

(Thank you to a mom and teacher who encouraged me instead of pointing out all my flaws.)

0 thoughts on “Flashback Fridays: Poetry

  1. Don’t worry–I wrote bad poetry all the way until I was fourteen. Then I realized that almost all my problems were self-inflicted. I got over myself pretty fast.

  2. Now isn’t that what moms are for, to encourage their kids. Who knows if you would have been discouraged you may have given up writing altogether and that would have been terrible.

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