Grown

A look at how my writing has improved over the years.

in my youth i would scrawl upon the walls in crayon
           full of mirth and self-indulg'nt jubilation
     i gave no thought to scale
or structure or thought of sense and a world
       beyond the simple rimes of a simple mind

In my teens, I would strengthen those scratchings,
 using only the finest of marker and pens.
  I would punctuate my thoughts, using inappropriate
timing, and lacking in proper sensibilities.
   I was a chaos attempting peace.

As I have grown older so has the pen and
paper in which I write with and upon.
Thoughts and feelings have become more coherent,
and I build my structures with stronger foundations.
I no longer scratch and scrawl upon walls, but rather,
I craft my worlds upon the digital and physical frameworks
of a nobler, better educated fool.

Reviews

[FlawedByDesign]

I have to say that I liked this.

The the story is something all of us can relate to. It's remarkable to see the journey we go on to become "better educated fools" with the ability to express our minds in a "more coherent" way. When you think about it though, even those doodles and scratches from the early years were masterpieces of our time.

Free verse suits the poem nicely. The only thing I will criticize is,
"As I have grown older so has the pen and
paper in which I write with and upon." - it sounds very unnatural to leave it at just "upon". If it was my call, I'd change it to something else. Maybe,
"As I have grown older so has the pen, in which I write,
and the paper on which I bleed" - or something along those lines.

Well done.