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Nostalgia

I follow a lot of poets on here and it got me thinking about a poetry writing class I took back in high school. Back then I wrote poetry because I didn’t have a choice, it was required for the class. I don’t think I’m very talented at all unless it’s being forced upon me. I mean I even took a Shakespeare class and besides reading all the classics, there were a few moments where I had to write a sonnet or two. I look back fondly on this because my mom thought I was really good at it and told me I should look into being a poet full time. At the time that was laughable especially since I had my sights set on being a chef thanks to the Home Economics class I took. You know how you try all these different courses and extra curriculars and decide that that’s going to be your career? I had a lot of those; chef, professional volleyball player, flutist, track star, etc… I tried everything. Anyway, I thought about all those poems I used to write and went and logged into an old email address I don’t use anymore. I saved a lot of things. I noticed I saved my whole poetry portfolio because back then I was trying to get my now husband to like me by sending him my poems..

So I got this idea into my head that maybe it would be cool to share some of these poems. I think I have about 10 or so and see what you all think? For now though I want to end this by sharing this poem my mom gave me when I was a teenager. I’m not sure who authored it but I thought it was pretty cute especially since it spells out my name.

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Nel

Happily married, bookaholic, Netflix-a-holic sharing random experiences and interpretations of my world which is brutally honest most of the time.

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