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It is exactly as the title claims: I am NOT a writer! But I love to write. When I write, it is because I was inspired by a word or a phrase, a song or a picture or an image or emotion! And I wish to save that in the only way I know how..by writing it down.
I have no formal training, whether in the arts or schooling. I have been fascinated with the English language since my arrival to the U.S. in 1963. It started when I first made friends with some white kids ( I swear to this day they were albino, but what does a 7 yr old know about skin color at that age? lol). I don’t recall ever not understanding them but I do recall wanting to learn English to better communicate with them and of course, as it is with all children, I learned from them. School further honed my desire to learn English when a teacher read us a story ( I write about that, as well, somewhere) and I was so taken by her reading that I took up reading as much as I could on the subject with which she caught me.
What is the point of this little history, you may ask? Well, I remember my nephew asking me about writing because I believe he had a notion to take up writing poetry and so sent me a writing of his to see what I thought. As I told you, I am not a writer so giving my opinion on someone elses writing is not something I wish to do as I am very harsh in my opinion. Or perhaps I just know what I like.
I read a poem by a young woman named Hope Martinez called A Black Boy’s Mother on Vocal.media, and it was/is one of THE most powerful poems(it read like a spoken word poem!) I have ever had the pleasure of reading. THAT is what I look for! I like POWER! I like EMOTION! I like to FEEL what that person is feeling! That, to me, is poetry!
If what you write makes you FEEL, then it is worth sharing! PEACE!
TAKE A LITTLE OFF THE CUFF….
In this realm of words,
Admire them so,
Line them up in sets and chords.
Paint these thoughts,
In different hues,
All black in blues!
In lyrics which I choose.
Bitter they bite,
Annoy and slight.
Pero poco mas,
They lift and sway like a swing on a tree,
My heart and soul,
In full view to see.
Adelante, my friends, enter..
Let us dance..
On the floor of wood, the limbs they whip and swirl,
While Alex talks to his favorite girl..
And the conversations lift into night,
With tongue in cheek we’ll spar and fight,
A bards romance of words is where we’ll meet,
Our worlds collide in friendly banter..
And what difference there may be..well..
Let us agree to disagree,
Set it aside,
Lift a toast to the waning tide..cuentame!
Tell me a story for the night is sweet,
Just leave for tomorrow!
They fill my night..