2025 NaPM 27 April

[busker]

Clouds

The sun will not be seen today,
clouds have gotten in the way.

Flowers hang their heads in sorrow,
they'll have to wait until tomorrow.

The sky is cloudy, dark, and gray,
the sun will not be seen today.

My first poem, written for an English class in 1966.

Would love to hear the backstory. 
And what was it like living in 1966?

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Clouds

The sun will not be seen today,
clouds have gotten in the way.

Flowers hang their heads in sorrow,
they'll have to wait until tomorrow.

The sky is cloudy, dark, and gray,
the sun will not be seen today.

My first poem, written for an English class in 1966.

It's so cool seeing your very first poem! I would love to start a thread where people can share their very first poem. Mine was freshman year of college (2003) in the dorms. A friend of mine messeged me... and was freaking out over writing a poem for her creative writing class. She had no clue how to write one... and asked for my help. I told her I didn't know how to write a poem either... but I would give it a try. The poem was called Only Time Will Tell. I realized, in the process of writing it, how much I enjoyed it and how lost I got in the process. I don't know if she ever turned it in... what her grade was on it... or anything. It wasn't great... I can tell you that much, I still have it written in an old journal from that time, along with all my other cringey poems.

That’s a cool story.
I wrote my first poem at 9. Then lots more at 12 or 13.
I wrote them in a school notebook covered with glossy white paper. Then in a couple of A4 sized diaries.
They were all terrible

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Beyond the sun
and planets in their orbits bound,
is another world beyond my reach,
and that is you. You are the one
nucleus I spin around.
In you I found
the terminus of each 
and every path. The sound
of waves and laughter on the beach.