When did you know you were a poet?

While I have written since childhood, these include movie scripts, short stories, and comic book scripts. It wasn't until 2014 that I realised I was a poet.

In lockdown I realised I could actually write poems that people would consider poetry, but I still don't feel like a proper poet, which is why I haven't published anything yet. Imposter syndrome at its finest I suppose 🤣

Many years ago, I was enjoying a silent moment home alone. It was a rainy day and as I was looking out the window, I found myself weirdly moved by the weathered Adirondack chair sitting on my front lawn. My husband and I found it on a curb waiting for the trash a few weeks earlier, but I thought it was such a beautiful chair so we took it home. It was Tardis blue but the paint was chipping away, revealing the green paint underneath. giving it an earth-like hue.

So I'm sitting there, looking at this chair and feeling so incredibly moved by it. The chair itself, this moment, felt like a poem to me. I went ahead and wrote a short poem about that solitary old chair despite knowing that whatever I wrote could never capture the poetry of that moment.

I'd written poetry before this, but that was the first time I realized that I actually thought like a poet. It's a pleasant memory and a teachable one. I learned to pay attention to the beautiful little moments; those seemingly insignificant parts of our experience. I learned to find a muse in trips to the town dump, motes of dust passing through a sunbeam, or the way my hands remind me of my fathers... I haven't thought about this in a long time. Thanks for the reminder :)

I knew that poetry clicked for me when I was laid up in a bed in hospital after a serious car accident in Australia whilst taking a year out. It was therapy for me it helped me put down my feelings and it helped me. So going back to the beginning during my life after death experience I had after the crash, I went to a white marble pyramid which was an order of learning. They had book faces you touched and the whole contents automatically was downloaded to you I looked at many some where the meaning of why we are here etc... But one of the books I read was on poetry and how to write it back in the mortal world. After my accident and I got my vision back after going blind, I was able to write poetry and wrote some whilst I was battling for my life for 3 and a half months in hospital. I continued to write poetry from that point onwards and fairly quickly adapted to writing lyrics as well. All thanks to a virtual download book in a white marble pyramid learning centre, during a life after death experience in the spirit world! It was certainly a life changing experience!