The WRITE Stuff (The poetry edition); held Tuesday, February 7th at The Vino Shoppe; High Point.
Assignment: Write about your first love using any style of writing. It can’t be a person and you can only use the area on a small heart shaped doilie. Participants made the space work. Some wrote very small. Others chose to use front and back.
Keep reading to find out about several first loves:
My first love allowed me to be anyone I wanted to be or change my location. With just one word, I could be whatever I wanted to be and have whatever I wanted to have. I could brush elbows with anyone I wanted. I was in control of my destiny with just one thought. My first love was….my imagination.
I found her by accident. She drew me providing fulfillment to a void and I welcomed her. She flowed to the rhythm of my whims and allowed me to manipulate her into any form as I saw fit without question. I will always love her and have never been the same. Ode to my first love…Madame Poetry.
My first love comforts me when bored, stressed, hungry, after a drunken night, after sex, midnight craving, for fellowship or for fun. My first love….food.
I awoke on Christmas morning to find my first love under the Christmas tree. When I pulled her chord, she said little phrases. She had curly hair and wore a red velvet dress. I had dreamed all year of finding her there and I was not disappointed. I held her close to me as any six year old would. My first love…Chatty Kathy.
As long as I can remember, it’s always been a part of my life. When I was a kid and there was no music, I made my own. Singing nursery rhymes and making my own beats using my feet. I was so in love with music that by the time I was 15, I slept with my radio on through the night. My favorite genre then was R&B. It still is. My first love…music.