From the start of school, I really was into poetry writing. We wrote poems in Spanish class in 7th grade and made a poetry notebook on a certain theme (mine was cats). The tyger poem will ever ring in my ears with it’s strong rhythm and exalted subject. Not just being regulated to school, poetry always been a passion of mine. I would pen poems in a notebook in high school on the bus. Ever since my sister was talking to my mother about poetry writing in class, I was listening and I thought, “I can write poetry.” I made up a little poem on the spot
Rain beating down on my heart,
Washing away all of my years,
What did I do to deserve sunny days,
When I could have all of these tears.
Kind of emo, but you realize this was a junior-high, first-try poetry. I really loved rain and that was how I felt rain was expressed, that the heat of the day (coming from Texas) wasn’t very pleasant, but I loved the cool rain. Yet it had a hidden meaning as well, a sliver of sadness and how I felt wise beyond my years desiring to be renewed.
So this weekend, with all my poetry background and history, I chose to host a poetry meetup. I was completely inexperienced, not telling the Corner Bakery employees that we were having it, having a rinky-dink pink sign, however it was great. I had one person show up. We just talked about a bunch about stuff.
I think I will continue to write memorable poetry. And bring it to discuss and to continue having interesting and lively poetry discussions. This relates to my career because becoming a leader and publishing quality works can become a career itself. It’s inspiring and lucrative at the same time.