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Sunday, April 1, 2018

Words



I fell in love with words
at age eight,
scribing with care the word "paw,"
which was suddenly beloved.

The first poem came through
at age fourteen,
as I sat, bemused,
at my school desk,
the lines appearing
before me on the page,
coming from I knew not where.

And now, so suddenly,
I am old.
It is the first of April,
the first day of NaPoWriMo,
and I am still
stringing words along.

They are more tired now,
as am I.
But I am grateful
they keep coming.


for Marian's prompt at Real Toads on this first day of NaPoWriMo: One, or being first.

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17 comments:

  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 1, 2018 at 8:43 AM

    Your words never seem tired to me!

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  2. Kerry O'ConnorApril 1, 2018 at 8:54 AM

    It is a life-long love affair, this connection to words.

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  3. MarianApril 1, 2018 at 9:14 AM

    Yes, yes, yes!
    Also we are grateful that your words keep coming, Sherry. xo

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  4. Isadora GruyeApril 1, 2018 at 10:37 AM

    I love the call back to the first poem and how you describe the thrill of seeing the words stack up for the first time. How clever!

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  5. ayalaApril 1, 2018 at 12:46 PM

    It's great that the words keep coming. Happy Easter to you and your loved ones.

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  6. AnonymousApril 1, 2018 at 1:07 PM

    I love your poem, it made me smile. I just wrote one for tomorrow that is a tribute to the words. I love synchronicity.

    Elizabeth

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  7. colleenApril 1, 2018 at 1:49 PM

    I think I was 18 when I wrote my first poem and haven't stopped since. I LOVE words too. They are like combinations to unlock the mysteries.

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  8. FireblossomApril 1, 2018 at 3:16 PM

    Paw. PAW! (It's a good word.)

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  9. Gillena CoxApril 1, 2018 at 4:00 PM

    Happy you still got those words that you can share with us i appreciate your poems greatly

    Happy April

    Much😇love

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  10. tonispencerApril 1, 2018 at 5:55 PM

    Your words never sound old. Wise but never old.

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  11. JimApril 1, 2018 at 6:14 PM

    Your words are beautiful in my eye. I can imagine you at eight and fourteen but I have no idea whether or not your words have suffered being older.
    ..

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  12. ElleceeApril 1, 2018 at 6:26 PM

    These are wonderful words about a lifetime of poetry and creativity, well done,, :-)

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  13. Kim M. RussellApril 1, 2018 at 11:59 PM

    I love the chronology of your poem, Sherry, the thread of words throughout your life, which so many of us share. Keep those words coming!

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  14. Sanaa RizviApril 2, 2018 at 12:22 AM

    Oh this is so heartening, Sherry! May the words always come!!💞

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  15. AnonymousApril 2, 2018 at 1:40 PM

    PAW? Wow - that is incredible - perhaps was your spirit/soul easing you towards the future ...

    and aren't we all the richer for your love of words - as I'm sure you are too
    🍃Pat

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  16. SusanApril 2, 2018 at 8:25 PM

    Some days it feels like time leapt from the first word to the many that accompanyus now. Actually, I've started losing some.

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  17. Paul John DearApril 4, 2018 at 5:50 AM

    I am grateful too

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