Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
~Thomas Gray~
I’ve applied for my first copyright. I’m not really sure what I expect
from that except that I recently wrote a poem and I was – am – really proud of
that poem. It’s not the first thing I’ve ever written but this time, it felt
different. I don’t want someone else sharing my poem with people they know who
then share it with people they know who then... well, you get the picture.
I don’t mind sharing – in fact, I’ve shared the poem with several people who are close to me. They all tell me it’s really good. I WANT to share the poem with everyone but this time, I want it known that I wrote it. I don’t want someone else taking credit for something that came from my heart. This feeling of wanting credit is new to me. I have always believed that it doesn’t really matter who knows what good we do as long as we know and God knows. Anything more than that is gravy.
Now what? Should I write more poetry and then publish a book of poetry - assuming, of course that some publisher would be willing to take that on? More than that, do I really have it in me to write more poems that will give me the same sense of pride and accomplishment as that one? I’ve written a couple of short stories too – do I continue with that? Have I found another passion or have I finally decided what I want to be when I grow up? Well, it’s about time! It only took 60 years!
I’m not sure why I blogged about this but, to me, it’s exciting. It’s one of those things that “other” people do. In my mind, it gives me more substance, makes me multi-faceted - dimensional. Does that sound uppity? I don’t know. I still feel like me just a more interesting me. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I don’t mind sharing – in fact, I’ve shared the poem with several people who are close to me. They all tell me it’s really good. I WANT to share the poem with everyone but this time, I want it known that I wrote it. I don’t want someone else taking credit for something that came from my heart. This feeling of wanting credit is new to me. I have always believed that it doesn’t really matter who knows what good we do as long as we know and God knows. Anything more than that is gravy.
Now what? Should I write more poetry and then publish a book of poetry - assuming, of course that some publisher would be willing to take that on? More than that, do I really have it in me to write more poems that will give me the same sense of pride and accomplishment as that one? I’ve written a couple of short stories too – do I continue with that? Have I found another passion or have I finally decided what I want to be when I grow up? Well, it’s about time! It only took 60 years!
I’m not sure why I blogged about this but, to me, it’s exciting. It’s one of those things that “other” people do. In my mind, it gives me more substance, makes me multi-faceted - dimensional. Does that sound uppity? I don’t know. I still feel like me just a more interesting me. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
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