Where is All Began

I wrote a line or two

of poem once

because it was required of me.

An assignment given by the teacher.

And wonder of wonders

it stuck with me.

I couldn't get enough.

Poem after poem

spilled off my pen

and onto the paper.

So much said in only

a short space.

Hand in hand

I walk with nouns, verbs and adjectives.

Each word hand selected

polished, shaped and fitted

into the work.

And so it began

my love affair with words.





Words are what make us human, help us confirm we are real. Though I have no lover nor romantic life I am caressed and soothed by words such as yours. Thank you.

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