“the exact day I became a poet was april 1, 1965,
the day I bought my first typewriter.”
-august wilson
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in honor of poetry month.
mine was the day I learned to hold a pencil
and found a scrap of paper to scribble on.
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image credit: daskeyboard
Apr1
I didn't have my glasses on.... 
Mine, I can’t recall. Surely there was a time after birth that I couldn’t write but I don’t remember it. 🙂
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It seems that you were born writing, at least in your head until you were able to put it on paper
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I LOVE THAT!
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❤Wow you remember the day! That’s huge. You’ve been blooming ever since. ☺🌻
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🌸 thank you
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Interesting. And I’m still searching.
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I actually think you’ve found it –
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Happy Poetry Month!
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And to you)
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Thank you! 🙂
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Sounds like a good day.
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Life changing
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My day was more like yours! Happy poetry month!
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Yes!
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My first poem was about cowboys and rattlesnakes. I illustrated it, too. My mom actually saved it.
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That is fabulous, so lucky she saved it
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That is wonderful. Kind of like, IF YOU GIVE THEM THE MATERIALS, THEY WILL BECOME POETS. Really love it.
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Yes!
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That’s what you do with the kinders…you give the the material and opportunity, the rest is up to them.
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Exactly the same process
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Perfect, Beth.
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Thanks, mark. When did you become a writer?
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Loved this post, Beth. Recently, as I was going through my Mom’s old photos and the hundreds of birthday cards, letters, and personal notes given to her over the years by family and friends, I came across a poem my youngest brother had written in a Grade 1 Mother’s Day ode to our Mom. I also came across some notes that my middle brother and I had written to our Mom when she was in the hospital after giving birth to our younger brother. Finding them was like finding gold …
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Those are absolute treasures
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I never really became one. I tried some haikus once.
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I like your writing, I’m sure you’ve got a bit of poetry in you –
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Happy poetry month. Wish I still wrote poetry.
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Never too late!
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Bring on the poetry month!!
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Yes!
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Awesome!
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Thanks!
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Mine was the day I opened my first book. 💚
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Ah, beautiful
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For me, the day I began organizing my thoughts. Took me years to write them down.
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Ah , and then it was worth the wait)
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🙂
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