Adding To My Juvenilia

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Hey world,
It occured to me recently, I write a weekly blog about poetry and yet have very little of my own on it. It is not because I never write any, quite the contrary. 





I spend a lot of time reflecting on others' poetry, and as a result I find inspiration from a variety of different styles and sources. So I figured it was time to post my juvenilia for the world to see. Juvenilia, by the way, is the writing we produce when we're young, presumably to regret when we're old. Or not.
The themes of my poetry are often linked with emotions, and I am also very fond of imagery. For some reason, I love writing poems that evoke a sense of nostalgia.
I wrote one last week, about going to the beach in the summer with my family. One of the childhood memories I cherish most is going to the beach with my family and spending days there filled with sand castles, jumping in the waves and dodging pesky seagulls.
My feet burn
from the sun kissed sand.
I hop
as fast as I can
down to the shore.
Feel the relief of the cool waves
tenderly extinguishing the flames in the soles
of my feet,
by encasing them in cold soft sand.
Seaweed hugs my ankles.
The air tastes
salty and fresh.
I drink it in through my lungs.
My body slick with sunscreen,
my protective hat forced upon my is
blown back off my head
by the gentle breeze.
Exposing me to the suns lips.
Poetry is supposed to tug at the heart strings a little, that's what makes it so special. It expresses the emotions you can't say aloud, or feel you don't know how to voice. Some people say they can't write poetry; but to me, it's as simple as writing down your thoughts.
Paper has more patience than people.
Therefore I encourage everyone reading this to take inspiration, and to go out and express themselves through the beauty of the English language. I'm not suggesting that you to go out and write a book of poems, merely that you take time to convert your thoughts into words on a page. Being able to do that alone is a very powerful thing. Robert Frost said that "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."
So true.
A.H🐝

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