Apr 2016
Thinking about the first poems I wrote
Taking my notebook, on a sunny day
A solitude park
Located in a small town Illinois
Feeling the sun on my back
As I scribble the words for a new poem
The melody of birds singing
A small breeze upon my face
Back in the days
Where I was writing for myself
Where I was the only one reading
The visualization of my own thoughts
Poetry is unique
Everyone imagines words a different way
Never let anyone define your skills
Write out your heart, poetry is made for you
Taking my notebook, on a sunny day
A solitude park
Located in a small town Illinois
Feeling the sun on my back
As I scribble the words for a new poem
The melody of birds singing
A small breeze upon my face
Back in the days
Where I was writing for myself
Where I was the only one reading
The visualization of my own thoughts
Poetry is unique
Everyone imagines words a different way
Never let anyone define your skills
Write out your heart, poetry is made for you
Meant for those, who might be to anxious to share their work. Who are self-critical. Poetry is meant for anyone. Who has the right to say what poetry is and what isn't. Take a brief moment and go back to basic and see how everything started. Be bold believe in your skills and keep on writing.
