How my ever 1st Poem was born !
I was browsing my niece’s blog the other day and she blogged about her having a poem fight via MSN with her friend. It went like this
Starter:
A lonely soldier.
Marching on.
Braving thunderstorms.
A weeping wife.
Wailing away.
Missing, pining.
A fiery gunshot.
The end
Of love?
Her friend’s rebuke:
A busy businessman.
Talking business.
Earning money.
A heartless wife.
Spending cash.
Buying things.
An economic crisis.
The end
Of love?
Her comments : poems don’t really have to be bombastic or flowery all the time to be nice and clever……
And then suddenly I realized I’d never in my lifetime written any single poem !!!!!!!! Unbelievable rite ! Well, I’m Chinese educated so I was never asked to in school. I then had this sudden urge to write a poem despite not knowing what a proper structure should be and here’s my courageous try :
A regular teenager,
Hormones a rampaging,
Rebellious acts, never ending…
A typical parent/s,
Refuse to treat it transparent,
Tried all methods, yet unaccepted….
Series of conflict,
Yet never end,
This Love !
It’s never too late to try ! So stop laughing or I’ll smack you right now….New trick for the old dog, LOL !!
The point is, there’s never ending to learning, I came across too many "so called adults" who are ashame to admit that the younger can excel beyond them. If this is how you feel too, let me tell you, your road to wisdom has just stopped right here !. Never be ashame to try, it’s never too late, it’s only shameful or pitiful if you stop your own opportunity to keep on learning.
Even from my 3 year old son, I still get to learn new things that I’ve never thought before……
So, have you written a poem before and are you going to try ?
Well said by my niece, your own poetry may surprise you one day by telling you how we really feel deep down, don’t they? Reading some of your own poems again will make you feel and understand your own identity better whether as a friend, daughter/son or person……Why ? because they portray your inner self…….
BTW, my inspiration for my own poem was from watching my many nieces and nephews grow up and going thru different and difficult phases of life…..