I have been writing poetry as long as I can remember. It is part of who I am. I think my love for it started when I saw that my mother writing in these green journals. She told me that once she was gone I could read them. She is still with me so they are still a mystery to me. But still I write filling journals and binders of my own. I normally write a bit dark but that is what calls to me. As I write this post it makes me think of all of the cocoa, soda (Pepsi), and of course a good cup of tea.
I can’t think of a time when I was making up stories and daydreaming of mysterious world and ways to get there. But poetry has always been away for me to deal with a lot of things. Even if it took me several drafts to get something that was okay enough to call poetry. Does make me think that maybe I should post a few poems this month. I will have to make the decision of new or old ones. Will give me a lot to think about in the days to come.