Judy Dykstra found the first poem she ever wrote and asked her readers to share their early poetry. I don’t have the first poem (it was on a card I wrote for my mom for Mother’s Day sometime in the late 1950s) but I found a BUNCH.
Here is a poem I wrote in 1963 or 64 — I was 11 or 12. It was the poem that convinced my dad to give me the typewriter, a Royal portable.
And here is one I referred to in this post, “So, Uh, what’s your sign?” a poetic editing of a translation of a poem by Catullus that a friend, a Classics major and classmate, asked me to do. These were saved from the purging of The Examined Life of (literally) song and story.
It’s probably no surprise that most of my early (and now) poems are nature poems. I don’t think I’ve changed a whole lot!
16 thoughts on “Almost My First Poem Ever”
They are very concrete and in the moment. Something that I like
I’m glad I took pictures of them when I shredded the journals.
thanks for sharing this and no surprise at all about the nature theme
Still writing the same poem 🤣
That first one is so very engaging – I could see and feel the wonder and joy while perched in the topmost branches of that tree!!
Thank you! It was a huge oak tree in a meadow between my house and the forest. I loved that place and that tree. Obviously. 😀
What fun, Martha. Thanks for sharing your earlier poetic thoughts!
It was a cool idea, Judy! Doesn’t seem like my poetic thoughts have changed much. 😀
Luckily, mine have, Martha. No more “swands.”
It was a word with promise, sadly, never to realize it…
Nature has been, mostly, at the bottom of mine, as well. When I discovered, early on, Robert Frost and, then, William Stafford and Mary Oliver it was like coming home. Richard Hugo also made me feel a connection.
MAK, I don’t know why I tear up so much at this stage of life, but your first poem did it to me again. Your heart and love for nature, and words, we’re definitely evident at such a young age. I remember having deep thoughts of nature (particularly trees, clouds, and the sky) at a young age; but couldn’t exactly find a way to put those on paper until older. I’m so happy you have these journals and artifacts! How fun to reflect! 💕💚🥰
That young poet uses the word “grass” a LOT. 💚 💕 I think she improved over the years, but she hasn’t changed much…
I love that young poet! I’m so glad she didn’t change much! She’s super cool 😎! 💕💚🥰🤗
💚 She wanted a dog so badly… ❤️ to you and Finn who’s quite as big for her as Bear is big for her
Aww, how amazing 🥰 💕❤️🥰 we send love back.
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