Why Poetry?

By Cindy J. Smith

The making of a poet, a birds eye view!  Within these pages, Cindy takes us on her journey to become one of the misfits... a Poet!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cindy J. Smith
• Release date: May 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393099192

Cindy J. Smith

I grew up in the country of Upstate New York and now reside in the boonies of Midwestern Indiana. I am a coffee-addicted truck driver (as if there was any other kind). I have written poetry all my life. The topics and poems just come into my head. I try to write in the first person for most of them. I do this as people are more apt to relate to something when they are not feeling like they are the target. Some of my poems are true, either for me or for someone I know. I believe in magic and that life is worth living. I hope that my words will touch every reader in some way. I want everyone to open their eyes and really see what is before them.

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HOW IT ALL STARTED

YES, I AM ONE OF THOSE people. You know the ones—the misfits who run around looking for flowers in a mountain of rocks. I am a Poet. A writer of verse.

I have been creating poetry as long as I can remember. As a child, I added verses to Mother Goose rhymes and Dr. Seuss tales just because I thought they were too short. (They really were!)

SCHOOL OFFERS OPTIONS

IN HIGH SCHOOL I DID dabble a bit with short stories. I wrote two whose plots remain in my head to this day. The first was the story of Inspector Concord Grape and his informant the sexy Chardonnay. He was investigating the rash of missing persons happening in DeFacto's Vineyard. You might have already figured out, I grew up when The Godfather and all the other Mafia books were very popular.

The other one I remember writing about was a story of how the Earth was created. Two Martians were having a party and the beverage delivery from Pluto overshot the Planet and crashed with the pizza delivery ship from Mercury. It was the Big Bang that everyone has theorized about for the past century!

I did enjoy writing those. Then I took a course where I had to keep a notebook and write my opinions and feelings about the topics and books we discussed. The only person aware of what was written inside those pages besides myself was the teacher. I could be completely honest and no one would be able to tell me I was wrong. I would read it later and see if I felt the same or differently. My fresh viewpoint I would add to the book.