I looked back through my folders of old school assignments that I kept to look back on, and I found one that I really liked. I was nine years old at the time, still in that stage of, 'I don't like writing.' This is a poem about what Blue is. I wish that I could share my little childish drawings, because, though I am a bit biased, I think they are rather cute. However, I will do my best to share it with you as accurately as it is written, right down to my spelling, punctuation, and grammar rules.
Blue
Looks like a flower in a meadow,
Smells like a fresh blue berrie pie,
It tastes like cotton candy
it sounds like a baby boys coo
and it feels like my Jamies so new
I'm older now, and I love to write, for it is the music to my soul and it fuels me. One of my first blog posts was a poem about what I thought Blue was, and I think that I may have improved slightly:
What is Blue?
Written by Janelle Spiers
Inspired by Mary O'Neill
Blue is a sapphire
Concealed well in a stone
A treasure forgotten
All alone.
Blue is a breaking heart’s moan.
Blue is cold,
A biting wind, sharp and cold.
Blue is a song
Blue is a car,
A lake, a clear sky,
A dying star.
The sound of blue is
“Dong! Dong! Dong!”
A death knell rings
A mourning song.
Blue is bliss –
A gentle day,
Without a care
Happy and gay.
Blue are berries
And a pair of jeans,
The banner of rich kings and queens
Blue is a feeling
Bitter and sweet
So melancholy
You feel defeat.
Blue is eye color
And watching the news
Blue is a risk
Win or lose.
Blue is lost
Beauty to be found
A peacock plume
Lying on the ground.
Think of what picnics
And rainbows can’t do
Bright parties, rolling waves
If they couldn’t glow bright with
Blue…
I wanted to reflect on the change I have seen in myself and I found it amusing and pleasing. It's like a before and after picture: Before I wanted to write and did it because I had no choice on the matter, and After when I desire to write without stopping, and feel sad when I have to stop, because I have no choice on the matter. What kinds of things did you dislike when you were little and now love them so much, and have you any proof to look back on?
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