Poetry through the ages…of me.


On rare occasions, poetry pops into my dreamscape complete, every word in place and patient for ink. Well, last night that did NOT happen. Instead, what popped into my head was a poem I wrote when I was 8, followed by another I wrote at 20, and one beyond that.

What popped into my head was an idea for a post!
A good thing, since I was coming up with squat.

Below are those poems:



Age 8 – as written


If all the world were patterns
Ill tell you what there woud be
A dot woud be a flower
A line woud be a tree.



Age 20 – after staying up all night trying to write a poem for class, I gave up and wrote this

Two Ravens 

Two ravens sat one sunny day
Upon a scarecrow stuffed with hay.
They perched on his arm and pecked at his head
Just to see whether the bastard was dead.

Although not quite certain the poor soul was dead
They looked at each other and one raven said,
“He must be real stupid with a head full of weeds.”
“Pretty damn ugly,” the other agreed.

Up and down its arm they paced.
They looked in its eyes and said to its face,
“Not very kind of your family or friends
To leave you out here in the rain and the wind.”

The ravens they strutted in deep contemplation
Worried to death by the sad situation.
They sought for an answer to bring him relief
But the scarecrow’s position was far past belief.

When on came the evening the facts they did face
That the scarecrow was really a poor hopeless case.
They filled up their beaks with plenty of corn
And headed due west over cornfields toward home.



Age 50 – written for The Melding of Aeris

In the Garden 

In the garden of eternity
Beauty unveils her secret soul
From the dark and silent soil
Unaware of her own loveliness

She is the verdant field, the quaking leaves
Arching branches heavy with summer sweet
He finds her entangled in creeping vines
Wending the pathways to his heart

She colors the lover’s ardent cheek
Burns in the flames’ crimson belly
Her fingers pry open the secret worlds of night
To find him, buried in a gemmed mine
Yet undiscovered

They travel this journey side by side
Beauty and Love
that the desert may become a garden
that timid wings may rise in flight

And when the petals fall
Carried by winter’s white wind
Love will bear Beauty beyond the veil of death
Into eternal spring.




Poetry image from flickr.com
Flower image from commons.wikipedia.org

98 thoughts on “Poetry through the ages…of me.

  1. tedgiffin says:

    What a wonderful idea to post creations from different periods of your life. Also, I am relieved to find that I am not the only one who saves a lot of writings and art. I am not the only one 🙂

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  2. The evolution of a poet!

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  3. I liked all three poems also, Diana, and liked the second one best because of the humor. Well done. 🙂

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  4. Kev says:

    Reblogged this on Kev's Great Indie Authors and commented:
    Diana shows us how our writing can change through the years! Welcome back, Diana!

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  5. These are all so beautiful, what a talent! I love the second one best, humour and great imagery!

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  6. Sacha Black says:

    These are wicked! The second poem, when you were 20 made me giggle 🙂 loved it ❤

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  7. Love the 8 year old poet, Diana,such a profound thought that made me smile, and remember. I was about that age when I started writing poems to cheer my mother up…no one saved any of them. So happy for you to have these, and to witness your evolution. Thanks for sharing. 💕

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    • How sweet that you wrote poems for you mother, Van, and sad that you don’t have any of them to read. My daughter rolls her eyes at the bin of old school papers I saved for her, but someday I think she’ll appreciate it. Thanks for the lovely comment. ❤

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  8. Poetry is so difficult.
    The first one really gets a smile.
    Funny, they always say very young children and the old have something in common: able to cut through it all, see the essence, and say it. Will be interesting if you cycle back around at some point way down the road? (Hope you are printing this post out and tucking it into a special place until then)

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    • Kids often do have a clearer view of the world, wisdom in innocence. I still have a folder full of old poems and writings. Some are quite perceptive despite the poor spelling and immature voice. I’m sure I’ll revisit again. Thanks for visiting 🙂

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  9. You’ve always had the gift! 😉

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  10. Your poem at age 8 is freakishly good for your age. It is my fave, misspellings and all, because of what it evokes in me. It is fun to see how your poetry unfolded over time!

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  11. hsampson says:

    Wow D!! priceless!! Thanks for sharing this is so wonderful!!

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  12. Erik says:

    Loved reading these, Diana. Aren’t you glad you saved those?

    Many people have made fun of me over the years for saving things from my childhood. In my last post, I talked about being sentimental; and it’s really been a life-long thing. I don’t have any intentions of changing it. And in the case of having saved poetry, songs, recordings, stories, etc., from a very early age, there’s something almost magical about it. There is not one single cell in my body today that is the same as the person I was then. So those scraps are sometimes all there is to prove I was ever even there.

    And, I have to say, looking back, my work as good. I am sometimes amazed at how much I understood before I “learned it”: internal poetic devices, word pictures, avoidance of cliches.

    Once in my younger years, I reached out to a loner kid at my school through poetry. I knew he wrote, so I left an anonymous poem on his locker, challenging him under a pseudonym (“The Magical Master of Rhyme”) to a poetry duel. He accepted (as “Augustine”). The goal was to write a poem and, in that poem, follow the rules the last person left for you in their own poem, while posing their next rules. For instance, one included: “It must have 20 lines / Set as ten pairs of rhymes / And above all, it must start with ‘Z’.” And this went on for over a YEAR with no one bowing out, and the rules getting quite convoluted (e.g., “the number of the letter ‘s’ must be the same as the number of the letter ‘a’, and the word “the” may not appear, etc.).

    And I still have them all!

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  13. Kev says:

    I love this Diana… how our writing can change through the years is incredible.

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  14. Nurse Kelly says:

    They are all lovely at each age – must make you feel nostalgic, and sort of melancholy as well. The last one was just magical 🙂

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  15. ghostmmnc says:

    I enjoyed reading your poems! I liked them all, and to see how your poetry writing changed over the years. The raven one made me laugh! 🙂

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  16. Cat says:

    Great post, the Ravens one is funny

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  17. Rajagopal says:

    From the little world of dots and lines to two Ravens, and eternal garden, Diane, there is a flowering of poetry, from a budding stage to a maturing sapling, through to a fully grown tree of richly foliaged and colourfully blooming branches, creatively stretching towards physical and metaphysical horizons. All three poems, like the tender bud, growing sapling and mature tree, are as equally beautiful as the toddling child, blushing girl, and winsome woman…best wishes… Raj.

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  18. What a delightful read! I very much enjoyed this trip down your memory lane of poetry. Great post! Love all the poems…the scarecrow made me smile at your humor noir. I hope you’ll do some more posts allowing us a window into your poetic history.

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  19. Carrie Rubin says:

    What a wonderful idea for a post. Bet your 8 and 20-year-old self never imagined they’d end up on your blog. 😉

    Lovely poetry at all ages!

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  20. Dan Antion says:

    I like all of the poems, but I think I like the Age-8 one the best. That’s a pretty young age to have the ability to put an abstract concept into words.

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  21. orangepondconnects says:

    I loved the Two Ravens poem ❤ I always get so jealous of those who can write poetry lol It is a talent that I do not possess. But I love reading it on other people's blogs.

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  22. Lol – what does it say about me that the first one was my favorite, even as I enjoyed all of them (especially the idea for a post one)? 😀

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  23. jacobemet says:

    8 year old you is a genius! 😉

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  24. Love these! (Especially the one written as an 8 year old 🙂 )

    If you still have your teenage angst-ridden efforts, maybe you could convert these into “found” poetry, and discover something new in there? I really regret not having anything similar from my own past

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    • Thanks. Everyone seems to appreciate the 8 yr old poetic genius. Ha ha. Oh, those teenage ones are either horrible or depressing. I’m going to stick with prose, but it was fun going back and reading old work. I was lucky that my parents saved it.

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  25. Jed Jurchenko says:

    I enjoyed the poems, and appreciate you including your difficulties in coming up with a post for today too. Knowing that even well established writers and bloggers have difficulty coming up with their next idea, makes my weekly struggles feel more normal.

    I’ve always been impressed with people who can write poetry too. I love the simplicity of the first, am still smiling at the creativity and humor of the second, and love the depth of the third. Thanks for sharing these 🙂

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  26. Belinda Crane says:

    How brilliant is it that you still have the poems! I loved the first one. From the eyes of an 8 year old it is so perceptive. Great post D! 😊

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  27. babbitman says:

    Love it. All three are great and show how different we can be at different stages of our lives. Why aren’t yours as embarrassing as my teenage poetry? 😉

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  28. Rhonda says:

    Growing up, my best friend had a rhyming mind at a very early age, like you. Not the Dr Seuss sing-songy rhythm one might expect at that age, but deeply provocative. She wrote poetry for as long as she was alive and oftentimes I wonder, had she lived longer, if she’d have shared her gift through blogging. Thanks for inspiring wonderful memories and sharing your life’s rhythm….I look forward to reading more. R

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    • So happy to connect, Rhonda. I’m not a poet, really, but a dabbler who isn’t afraid to put whatever out here. I’m sorry that your friend didn’t get to share her words more broadly, but I’m glad to have brought up a few warm memories. ❤

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      • Rhonda says:

        I find the best poets (or the ones that touch me) are ones that write from the heart, not the head (clever but lacking something I can grab onto) so the title is just a word. I see poetry as the rhythm of one’s life (I’m beginning to sound redundant…eek) and if I can dance to it, then I’m a fan. 🙂

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        • I agree. I love poetry that moves me, that’s bigger than the collection of words. Some of my favorite poets paint pictures and use the sounds of words and phrasing to create sensory lushness. Though I’m not a poet, I follow quite a few for the mere love of their words. 🙂

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  29. Ocean Bream says:

    The first poem really captured me. You had such a beautiful mind, at such a young age! 🙂 The second one made me smile and smile, and I really enjoyed all three!

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  30. Irena S. says:

    The first poem is so sweet 🙂 And of course I love the other two.

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  31. I enjoyed all of those; so different but all appealing in their own way. Thanks so much for sharing 🙂

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