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Are you born a Poet?


This is a question that I have always asked myself throughout all of my years of writing. Out of all of these years this is the first time I have actually sat myself down to write about it. I have been writing since I was 13 years old. That would be about 30 years now since I first put pen to paper. I fell in love with the written word at the library, the school library to be exact because back then though I knew book stores existed I had never been to one. Buying books was not on the top of the list when your single mom is working hard just to keep food on the table.

The library was my haven. Everything I could digest I read. My first favorite was Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. I must have read it at least three times. I didn’t understand it the first time but I remember the exact moment I did understand it and that I was hooked! After that first understanding books became everything to me. I traveled with and through them everywhere. I read fiction, non fiction, poetry, art, traveling magazines, everything that peaked my interest.

Still, although I wrote, I did not begin to write poetry until I was 17 years old. I don’t remember exactly how I began to write poetry or what inspired me. I took college writing courses but those were vested mostly in english literature which was my major.

I just loved writing. It became my passion along with reading but I was not attracted to short stories or to being a novelist my work always seemed to take poetic form from the beginning. Even my thought process came in spurts and one liners. It has always been difficult for me to write something that is not poetry but it doesn’t stop me from trying. I am a writer after all.

That is why I have always questioned if poetry is learned or if you are born a poet?

I was born a poet although I know that reading opened me up in many ways. My vocabulary and understanding have grown immensely through my love of reading and many of my teachers and professors enhanced and nourished that love but i believe that I was already a poet. I needed only to discover it within myself and develop it. In my opinion you are born who you are going to be, talents intact. Just as musicians are born with an ear for music and painters with an eye for art, I was born with the mind and hands for words.

So, I guess I answered my own question, but what do you think?

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Bloo ~ Blocked!!


Ever since NaPoWriMo I have not written another poem. It’s as if that event and having to come up with 30 poems in 30 days zapped all of my creative zest. This is certainly not the first time this inexplicable situation has happened to me, it’s one of many and sadly it always takes me a while to resuscitate myself from it.
It’s not that I haven’t been writing at all. I have put a few things together since then, just not poems. It’s as if this feeling of nothing to say and what’s the point just takes over and I’m numb. I try to find inspiration in anything and everything but even the desire to find a spark that might ignite my dull drums fails me.

Sometimes it’s depression I think and sometimes it’s the lack of a point to continue. Not that I could ever stop writing, it’s the way I get the pretty and the poison out after all. Still the desire is like a car without a battery. It just sits there collecting rust and so I blog about it because the words though not in the form of poetry are my catalyst to not feeling entirely useless.

Perhaps the rain got to me and on the day I got wet the rain washed away all of my poetic purpose for the time being. Whenever this happens to me I read. I immerse myself in other writers characters and live in their world for a while. I have read 2 books in seven days. I’m now on my third book. I work on replenishing words in my psyche every time I can’t poetize my feelings. It’s the best way I have learned to feel full and ready to begin again thus far. So here I go again in the blocked world of Bloo. Soon I hope to have a fresh new perspective and the words to express it. As for now it’s blogging and breaking down the block for me.

Write On!!


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I’m so glad we’ve had this Time Together….. Day 30 NPWM


Well well I can’t believe today is the last day of NaPoWriMo already. I am happy to say that I actually did it although there were many days I did not believe I would. But here I am on the 30th day with 29 poems and the last to be done. I have to say I enjoyed not only what I wrote but all of the poems I read here from all of the fabulous writers I’ve made friends with. It has been an eye opening event for me and I am so glad I stayed the course. Since I did I am feeling celebratory today so my last poem for this great accomplishment will be nice, sweet and cliche’.

Let’s go with a bang!!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I wrote 30 poems in 30 days
I hope I can do it next year too!!

Thank you guys for reading and commenting on my work. You all made me want to continue and pushed me every day to get it done. Of course I will continue writing poems, it’s what I do. This has been a happy challenge for me.

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The One You Love… Day 14 NPWM


Two lips pressed upon me
In the morning light
A feeling like no other
When it’s the one you love

Warm embrace like a summer breeze
I curl into you
You curl around me
A feeling like no other
When it’s the one you love

Laughter in my ears
Reminiscing of the past
Discovering the future
Joy in my heart
A feeling like no other
When it’s the one you love

Sorrow in my spirit
Tears in my soul
With love and still alone
When you’re not there
And I miss you so
A feeling like no other
When it’s the one you love

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Lost Heart…. NaPoWriMo Day 4


I only wanted love
Nothing more
It made no difference how it came
There were no strings attached
No you must be this way, no blame
No I’m not insane
His kindness was my request
The respect you would give a fellow guest

Not beyond coming to you
As long as you came to me too
Easy to agree
Me and you
Their lied the clue that I had placed my bet
On a fool

At times the heart can rest in your breast
But his tongue was sweetened with syllables of deceit
Everything he wanted I had it
In me
He said, you see
How can one not fall
The lies were never tall
For a girl in love with love
Like me

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And so It Begins…NaPoWriMo 2012

The poem will come

from the lips and minds of the dedicated

a to z will collide

in words made by me

thus is the destiny

of this writer….

Thus today begins. It is the first day of National Poetry Month and I am here to challenge all poets. Of course I will be taking on the challenge as well, I have done so for the last two years. It is not an easy challenge 30 poems in 30 days can take a toll. I cant tell you that I have been completely successful, I was not use to writing a poem every day but I’m ready!! So here I am hoping all you writers out there will take this on as well. All writers can participate not only poets and I think everyone should, if anything to strengthen your already fabulous skills. I will post my work here every day and I hope you will all give me input on what you think. I must confess I’m a bit nervous but also exited. Who’s with me?