Once a Poet...

During the last two years of my high school career, I was really interested in writing poetry. Not many people knew this about me, but that may be because I never really shared any of my poems with anyone except my closest friends. I usually wrote about how I felt about a certain point in my life, or a person who was of great importance in my life at the moment. I went as far as to join the "Creative Writing Club" when it was started up during my senior year. However, I quit attending the meetings after the teacher who headed it up just wanted to be more of an English teacher and correct your poems, rather than comment or question as to why you wrote something of interest to him. 

Most of the poems that I connected with and enjoyed writing the most, I shared with a few friends. Those poems were strong enough to connect with them on a certain level as well, and that made me feel like I had accomplished something. I knew I could at least move people in a certain way with some of the things that I had written. I have poems that range from missing someone, to loving someone. It's strange to me now, but I can still remember when and where I was when writing most of my poems, as well as who I shared them with and their response. I guess it helped me to become more attached to the poem as I saw it work in someone else's life.

I haven't written a poem in quite some time...since my freshman year of college I believe. I don't know why I ever stopped, since I enjoy poetry, but I did. I don't even know if I could write in the same, meaningful way that I once did. Maybe one day I will once again open up a journal, scribble down some thoughts and arrange them like a poem. Whether or not those thoughts will make sense, no one will ever know unless they read the poem in the end. And even then, it's up to me to reveal the poem or not. 

But....in the meantime, here's one that I wrote back in high school. I had a lot of good response from it, so I guess it's a nice one. So, here, read it, decipher it, share it, but whatever you do, please don't copy it and claim it as your own.  Poetry is something that comes from the heart, and I'd be devastated if someone were so indifferent to my feelings and did that. Common Courtesy, People! 

Thanks, and enjoy:

NOTE: This isn't the poem I wanted to originally post, but it can suffice for now.

Sweet Embrace

It's been so long, 

And I miss you. 

Where's your smile, 

To see me through?

I think of you everyday,

Hoping the hours will fade away, 

Until we meet again

Face to face, 

And my heart meets 

Your sweet embrace.

                                ~Whitney, 2008

So, yeah, short and sweet, but to the point. Hope you enjoy.

Later.

WA