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My love of words, of poetry and prose, had to start somewhere. Same for you, too.
Blame my maternal grandmother, Nanny (Nanny G, if you talk with my daughter). I could get Dr. Seuss’ GREEN EGGS AND HAM in her hands before she finished “yes” to my question of reading me a story. I drove her nuts with that book. I’ve been told I gave my one uncle a stunned shock as he thought I knew how to read between ages 2-3…nope had just mesmerized the words and what pages they belonged to.
I know many of us grew up on Dr. Seuss and have most likely read it to our children and even grandchildren. But, who else captured my ear.
Ogden Nash.
I loved his play on words. He took the formality and rigid rules of poetry and prose and made them fun. Relatable. It’s difficult to stay in a downer mood when you’re reading about Octopus legs…arms?
Was I the only one who loved Shakespeare during English class? Don’t ask me what any of his sonnets meant. Couldn’t tell ya. I could share what they made me feel, but somehow that’s not what the teacher was asking for.
But, that’s why I liked them. There was more than just one meaning to be felt. Sadly, my English grade didn’t always reflect this.
And, before you start in on how this, that , or the other thing about poetry meanings and the importance of defining them. I have always been way out in the field…another field entirety…and if my favourite teachers couldn’t change my mind, if my dad couldn’t, yeah, let’s just agree to disagree 😉
That’s it.
A brief blame on who started me on my love for poetry and my free flowing mind.
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What is Poetry Starts?
…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic