Well,
here we are again. You have been one of the most stable things in my
life, and I have plenty of cheesy poems written in ABAB rhyming schemes
to prove it. A mousey-haired, gap-toothed 8-year-old framed you as
Christmas gifts to her siblings and mother. An awkward middle schooler
read you during her bubble baths and wrote silly poems to boys. A 9th
grader joined the forensics team to recite you at competitions in front
of balding, pudged men. She stayed after school to curate you as the
Poetry Editor of her high school's arts mag. She was published in
national teen poetry magazines. You drove her to tears. She studied and
dissected you in college, compiled her favorite poets, hoarded her
favorite poems, created art projects that revolved around you, dove deep
into you then, but for some reason, stopped writing. What for?
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On
the inside flap of a poetry book gifted to me for graduation, my
creative writing teacher wrote: "One day, I'll be reading collections
written by you." It taunts me to this day.
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I once compiled a book of 200 of my favorite poems for
someone I loved deeply. I spent days and weeks pouring myself into that gift. Now
I wish I had printed two copies, as both he and the book are gone.
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This
blog serves two purposes. First, as a covenant between my old self and my
new self-- A promise to revive the poet that has laid dusty and dormant
in my soul for years now. A call-to-arms to take up the pen (....or
blinking cursor?) and write again. To force myself through the struggle again.
Secondly,
this blog replaces that book I lost, so I will always have the poems I
love available to me at all times. I'll post poems that have touched and
inspired me over the years (if I can figure out the copyrite
details...), as well as my own work (old and (hopefully) new!)
This is the study, love story, and retrospective of myself by me. You're welcome to follow along.
Always,
Allie
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