CONFESSION OF A POETRY-A-HOLIC

It started in grammar school
when the teacher asked us
to write a Valentine's Day poem.
I wrote the popular line I
had been hearing:
"Rose are red.
Violets are blue
I want to  kiss you,
I hope you do too."
Later in high school
grammar and English classes,
the study of poetry and
writing of poems and listening
to classmates' poems, planted
a brighter spark that would
become an inferno in college.
Sidetracked after college
for years I drifted in and out
of reading and writing little
poems on napkins and scrapes
of paper. BUT then! But then
I happened to be in a club
where an "Open Mike" was
featuring poets reading their poetry.
The poetic urge was reignited
and I became a full-blown poetry-a-holic.
I suffer from "poemitis" a desire
to eat, sleep, taste, read, write,
and connect with other addicts.
Let's meet at the Kissing Place
and share our addiction.