We had our poetry-themed event a couple of weeks ago. Poetry....the part I hated the ABSOLUTE MOST during English classes growing up. I would think to myself "no wonder that stupid bitch offed herself in her oven" when referring to Sylvia Plath. "i know I want to kill myself reading this incomprehensible shit!". I skated by the poetry section and prayed I survived with my grade intact. Now you want me help mentor these girls with poetry?!?! are you nuts?!? I even considered bailing on the event, but then I remember all the people who bailed on me in high school & it wasn't fun. So, off to poetry i go.
I do the exercises with the girls & I'm really not that bad when it comes to just putting pieces of random thoughts, emotions and senses together into poems. Holy crap! I actually started a poem about baseball!?!? shut the damn front door! I was a poet and I didn't know it.
Now I've got pieces in my head, randomly wanting to be put together. I might even finish my baseball poem before the season starts too. All I ask is that you don't laugh no matter how corny it is. I mean, it can't be worse than Jewel's book of poetry, right?