Textbook in hand

Computer within reach

It began

 

Little did I know

That

Intro to Literature

Would be

My Intro to poetry

 

With a hunger

I devoured

Each word

 

Homework

Wasn’t work

It was leisure

Lines

Stuck in my head

 

Do not

Go gentle

Into that good night

 

Once upon

A midnight dreary

While I pondered

Weak

And weary

 

Pile

The bodies

High at Austerlitz

 

Thomas, Poe

Sandburg

Tennyson, Dickinson

Cummings

And more

 

Floating

Within my head

And heart

One day

Upset and worn

I needed to vent

To let go

To release

 

So my hand

Reached beside me

And grabbed

 

Words began flowing

Onto the paper

My pencil moving

Emotions pouring

Into the page

 

Now writing

And reading

Poetry is an escape

 

Little did I know

That Intro to Lit

Would be

My Intro to poetry

And so it began