I found a journal of poetry I had kept that my sixteen year old self wrote. It was filled with my words and those of others that I appreciated at the time. What an eclectic taste I had. I had poems from Laurence Furlenghetti alongside poems by Erica Jong and Susan Polis Shutz who was a feminist shlock meister from the late 60's/early 70's. I wrote down great lyrics from Bob Dylan the master alongside lyrics to some sappy Diana Ross hit from back then when she was making hits. How could I love both the truly worthy and the crap of the crop? My answer is a number. Sixteen. All I can say is that at least I had the sense to recognize some of the greats.
Reading my own poetry was a kick. I tried to remember who I was writing about or what event in my life was happening that led me to write. I couldn't always remember. It's funny because a lot of what I wrote was crap! No other way to describe it. Those poems will never see the light of day but I thought I would share a few of the good ones or rather the ones that are not embarrassingly god awful! It's nice to be able to look back and glimpse who I once was so I figured I would lock the car doors and take you along for the ride. Not all at once. Just some short trips so no need to scream "Are we there yet!"
This poem I wrote about a friend who would spend time with me writing poetry. She gave me the idea for the journal.
Murky water colored sea
India inks with pen
Life lines on a page
Guitar strings
Cries from the depth
With flower blue eyes that tell stories
Time passes
Smoke curling upward
Coffee consumed
Fragility
Soft soul
Like a Raggedy Ann with I Love You written on her heart
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