I was cleaning out my paper files after a recent move (more on that coming soon), and found the original notebook of my young 18-year-old mind in college. This artifact of my poetry is just a piece of paper, but isn’t that amazing?
This is a poem called Observations. It appears first in my poetry book and it an early example of my creative work.
What have you discovered from your past recently?
I love seeing this! When I read the poem in your book, I could “see” what you were describing, because you words paint a picture in my mind. But seeing this draft, I could picture younger *you*; I imagined you were sitting on a bench writing, looking around, writing some more, pausing to think how to express yourself, etc. I often enjoy a walk down Memory Lane, whether it’s my memories or someone else’s.