You can be a poet.
Yes, YOU. You, with the wide grin and popping eyes.
If you can spell one word, you can be a poet. Even my silly poodle, Misty, is a poet. She recited a poem this morning:
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Of course, that’s a poem! It’s a darn good poem for a poodle.
Poems are easy to write. No periods nagging you, no full sentences required, just words.
Some poems rhyme, some don’t.
All poems express how you feel. Your thoughts spill out. You slap a few words in your journal, string them into lines and…voila!… you wrote a poem.
So go on. Grab a pencil and pick a word. Write it over and over again until your hand hurts. Then take a bow. You are now officially a poet.