My BeginningsA Poem by jude.elizabethwe all start somewhere, right?Ask me how I learned to read, Ask me how I learned to walk, Ask me how I learned to love, My answer to all: One small step. The smallest step ever I took Was off a certain cliff. It was barely a shuffle But that’s all I needed. That first movement was called Annabel Lee, Written by the master of macabre artistry. I was flying off that cliff, By the third line. With chills up my spine And excitement in my mind, There wasn’t anything I could do To stop the fall I knew was coming. From there, it was Shakespeare, Plath, Tennyson, And Thoreau. As I dropped further away from the ledge, I couldn’t understand how I’d ever want to go back. All of the raw feeling and passion, Poetry has more to offer than a thousand biographies. It has more description than a novel could dream of, contained into neat little lines and stanzas. I have yet to stop my fall, I think I never will. © 2017 jude.elizabethReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 7, 2017 Last Updated on July 7, 2017 Tags: poetry, poets, beginnings, origins Authorjude.elizabethKnoxville, TNAboutI am a student living in Knoxville (not UT, for those of you who keep up with college sports). Presently working towards getting my masters, one day, in Criminal Psychology. Perhaps, I will become a L.. more..Writing
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