Thread: how a poet grows up

when I was seven
I thought I was growing up quick
because it rhymed with eleven

A tricky little piece, it took some thought. I love the play on duality here; It embeds both self irony and a will to grow (learn). A perfect fit for the image of a child's naivety...

It's never really possible to offer a valid criticism of a piece like this. I feel like I'm giving you short change by saying that I like it and it made me smile. That's the truth of it though.

Vicki, I adored it! Made me smile. So quick witted. Oh, you Brits do that so well! Laurie

Originally Posted by SilverMoon

Vicki, I adored it! Made me smile. So quick witted. Oh, you Brits do that so well! Laurie

This isn't my poem, Laurie, it's by Firebird, who is in fact British. I, on the other hand, am Irish and we're much better with words

Ha! Sorry about the mix-up ladies. Fingers flying acrosss the key pads, mind flying to low. Firebird. Take my compliment to Vicki! Vicki. You and Firebird fight it out as to who's better with words! Do it here! I'll get out the pop corn! Laurie

When I first read this , I grinned. ( and still am)

It shows that "left of center" movement of a writer's mind

Heh. Very clever. I could see thinking such a thing at seven. Good work.

Makes perfect sense to me.