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The Making Of A Poet

The Making of a Poet
by Michael R. Burch

While I don't consider "Poetry" to be my best poem—I wrote the first version in my teens—it's a poem that holds special meaning for me. I call it my ars poetica. Here's how it came about...

When I was eleven years old, my father, a staff sergeant in the US Air Force, was stationed in Wiesbaden, Germany. We were forced to live off-base for two years, in a tiny German village where there were no other American children to play with, and no English radio or TV stations. To avoid complete boredom, I began going to the base library, checking out eight books at a time (the limit) , reading them in a few days, then continually repeating the process. I quickly exhausted the library's children's fare and began devouring its adult novels along with a plethora of books about history, science and nature.

In the fifth grade, I tested at the reading level of a college sophomore and was put in a reading group of one. I was an incredibly fast reader: I flew through books like crazy. I was reading Austen, Dickens, Hardy, et al, while my classmates were reading … whatever one normally reads in grade school. My grades shot through the roof and from that day forward I was always the top scholar in my age group, wherever I went.

But being bright and well-read does not invariably lead to happiness. I was tall, scrawny, introverted and socially awkward. I had trouble making friends. I began to dabble in poetry around age thirteen, but then we were finally granted base housing and for two years I was able to focus on things like marbles, quarters, comic books, baseball, basketball and football. And, from an incomprehensible distance, girls.

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Sunday, April 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art,metaphor,poet,poetry,poets,rhyme,verse,write,writing,writings
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