![]() The dream, creativity + inspiration died right there.Īnd, this memory (that came back along with the poem whilst on the dog walk.) made me wonder how many other times in my early life had I been told something was an absolute truth when for me it actually wasn’t.Īnd, it is often these moments that form our being, direct our path and shape our Soul in life as we move forward. I felt that nothing I wrote was worthy of being called ‘a poem’. I also stopped writing and playing with words. I felt my heart centre (the centre of my chest) scrunch in and my soul retreat somewhere inside of myself. So, when one of my primary school teachers (and if I could remember their name I would be naming + shaming them!) after I’d read out one of my poems in class – told me that rhyming words together didn’t make something a poem (!!) I was crushed. ![]() I had fun with this space and loved playing with words. This, and many other poems with sound + rhythm inspired me to start writing my own poetry… I loved poems and particularly rhyming poems. ‘On the Ning Nang Nong’ was one of my favourite poems as a child. I had this poem pop into my head whilst on a dog walk this week. And you just can’t catch ‘em when they do!
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