The First

Today the theme at Toads is first, one….It is the first of April. Everyone seems to be jumping onto the nanomopomo or whatever it is. I don’t do it. I follow the advice my father and my mother gave me many years ago.

My First
I wrote my first haiku when I was six.
I write my first poem when I was eleven.
I kissed my first boy when I was fourteen.
I kissed my first man when I was twenty.
But the first poem…
It was as devastating as the first ocean wave
that roared over me knocking me down
and rolling me about on the sand,
That first poem was as astounding as the first
falling star I saw,
As miraculous as the first time I walked barefoot
in the dew bedecked grass.
It was as mind blowing as the first book I ever read
from beginning to end –
The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe,
I remember the fountain pen my father have me –
Write from your heart he said.
The small black loose leaf notebook
given to me by my mother –
Write in this everyday wherever your soul leads you.
After my mother died
I found the cedar chest she had bought when she was fourteen
crammed full of my notebooks, school work,
poems and stories…
I closed the lid and the door to her room.
Maybe one day, I will open the door again.

11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. erbiage
    Apr 02, 2018 @ 01:07:49

    Oh! So moving…


  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Apr 02, 2018 @ 01:22:51

    Lovely, Toni.

    And we really are (almost) soul-twins. I wrote my first poem when I was seven, but I was a few years older when my parents gave me a fountain pen and a black-covered notebook for my birthday, to write my poems in. (Smile.)


  3. Kerry O'Connor
    Apr 02, 2018 @ 01:43:30

    Such memories are to be treasured even if they are difficult to revisit.


  4. kim881
    Apr 02, 2018 @ 03:11:13

    I love this, Toni, especially:
    ‘But the first poem…
    It was as devastating as the first ocean wave’
    ‘That first poem was as astounding as the first
    falling star I saw,
    As miraculous as the first time I walked barefoot
    in the dew bedecked grass’.


  5. sanaarizvi
    Apr 02, 2018 @ 03:31:55

    Beautifully eloquent write, Toni ❤️


  6. Marian
    Apr 02, 2018 @ 05:44:41

    I hope that door is opened again.


  7. Laura Bloomsbury
    Apr 02, 2018 @ 06:48:13

    this one broke my heart – moves through each line so movingly


  8. coalblack
    Apr 02, 2018 @ 07:55:44

    Writing from the heart is always the best way to go. I know I’m not writing like I should if it all comes from the head. When I first got back into writing, in the mid 2000’s, my English friend Kelly–who called me her Tiger Plaything–was always calling on me on that, challenging me to dig deeper, do better. I never forgot the lesson. As for Neener Na Noo, I never do it, but do enjoy having prompts available every day.

    You need a name. How about Kitana Chrysanthemum? KC for short. (And I use “Kitana” with an “i” advisedly.)


    • kanzensakura
      Apr 02, 2018 @ 08:28:23

      Kitana…my husband calls me Slash because of my propensity for razor sharp kitchen knives. Kitana brings to mind kitteh as well. I like it. Chrysanthemum…my mother loved them and carnations. I like dandelions and honeysuckle…The two throwaway flowers. My wedding bouquet was actually honeysuckle and dandelion, plucked the morning of my wedding and tied together with ribbon. I like having the prompts available but rarely use them. “Eating a taco” was a memorable one. My best friend and I wrote to it just for giggles. Her definition of taco was way different from mine. We both decided Nanonano was BS. As a writer I write from the heart. Sometimes a prompt will truly prompt me, like Bjorn’s Entropy one. Sciency things make me hot. Plus I am going for my PhD. At 66 it seems like a fun thing to do. I don:t have time for Nsnonano but I do always have time for a poem to drive itself like a wedge into my brain. And to walk around with it until my heart says to me, get out of my head and onto paper.


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