What Led Me to Poetry? Guest Blog by Lidy Wilks
Today I'm welcoming Lidy Wilks to my blog, but I'm also featured at the Unicorn Bell blog, so be sure to check that out!
I met Lidy not so long ago and I love her blog. So I was excited when I saw she had a book coming out. Today, she's here to tell us about the experience of writing poetry. Lidy's also giving away a $10 Walmart giftcard in a raffle linked below.
Take it away, Lidy!
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What Led Me to Write Poetry?
by Lidy Wilks
I first started writing poetry by writing rhymes. In the beginning, it was more for fun and it allowed me to delve deeper into my love for all things Halloweenish. It wasn't until later that I started to write poetry as an outlet and for inner reflection.
It all started when my mother transferred me out of the Catholic private school and into a public school. Changing schools had a huge toll on me. Granted, my mother could no longer afford the tuition, so it was off to public school. But as an introverted person, having to start all over again was something unfathomable to me. I had to leave behind six years worth of friendships and teachers I liked and respected. I didn't want to go and the school begged my mom to keep me enrolled until graduation in two years. Sad to say neither of us had no control over the matter.
So I’d transferred in the 7th grade and my brother who was already a student there, had his own set of friends. So couldn't hang out with him and I'd much preferred to stay by myself. Discovering new worlds with every book I read. I was a flesh and blood cliche of ‘quiet as a mouse.’ And with my personality I hadn't made any friends for a long while. Who knew that it’d get me in trouble. Yet unbeknownst to me, I had made myself an enemy.
I don’t remember the girl’s name. But she was a fellow classmate and took pleasure in bothering me every chance she got. Even throwing paper balls at me during class once. Well, that day I had enough and I finally threw some back. But that was when she crossed the line. She read my words when she hadn’t the right. It was that day she became the second person I disliked most in the world.
Eventually, I found out why she hated me. She assumed herself that I thought I was better than everyone. Little old me, who was quiet and behaved in class, did the assignments and passed all her tests. Call me crazy, but isn't that a job of a student? Respect and listen to your teacher, do the assignments, etc. At least that was how I was brought up. Oh well.
Looking back now, I guess you can say I kind of owe her. If not for her and not transitioning well to my new school, I wouldn’t have started writing poetry to figure out why people are the way they are. Why the world is the way it is. Writing poetry wasn’t just for fun anymore. It became the medicine relieving my aches and pain. To make me understand things I never knew or noticed before. And made me smile again. Leading me to write “A Rose Is A Lovely Flower.” My first published poem in my junior high school yearbook. To writing and publishing my first poetry chapbook. To writing and one day publishing my first full length poetry collection. And many more.
About the Book:
Debut poetry chapbook Can You Catch My Flow? captures the everyday ordinary events of the human condition in poetic snapshots. No matter the walks of life, the reader is sure to find themselves within the lines.
Bio:
Ever since she was young, Lidy Wilks was often found completely submerged in the worlds of Dickens, Louisa May Alcott, Sweet Valley High and Nancy Drew. She later went on to earn a Bachelor degree in English with a concentration in Creative Writing, from Franklin Pierce University. Where she spent the next four years knee deep in fiction, poetry and creative non-fiction Lidy is the author of Can You Catch My Flow? a poetry chapbook and is a member of Write by the Rails. She currently resides in Virginia with her husband and two children. And an anime, book and manga library, she’s looking to expand, one day adding an Asian drama DVD collection. Lidy continues her pursuit in writing more poetry collections and fantasy novels. All the while eating milk chocolate and sipping a glass of Cabernet. Or Riesling wine.
Links:
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I met Lidy not so long ago and I love her blog. So I was excited when I saw she had a book coming out. Today, she's here to tell us about the experience of writing poetry. Lidy's also giving away a $10 Walmart giftcard in a raffle linked below.
Take it away, Lidy!
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What Led Me to Write Poetry?
by Lidy Wilks
I first started writing poetry by writing rhymes. In the beginning, it was more for fun and it allowed me to delve deeper into my love for all things Halloweenish. It wasn't until later that I started to write poetry as an outlet and for inner reflection.

It all started when my mother transferred me out of the Catholic private school and into a public school. Changing schools had a huge toll on me. Granted, my mother could no longer afford the tuition, so it was off to public school. But as an introverted person, having to start all over again was something unfathomable to me. I had to leave behind six years worth of friendships and teachers I liked and respected. I didn't want to go and the school begged my mom to keep me enrolled until graduation in two years. Sad to say neither of us had no control over the matter.
So I’d transferred in the 7th grade and my brother who was already a student there, had his own set of friends. So couldn't hang out with him and I'd much preferred to stay by myself. Discovering new worlds with every book I read. I was a flesh and blood cliche of ‘quiet as a mouse.’ And with my personality I hadn't made any friends for a long while. Who knew that it’d get me in trouble. Yet unbeknownst to me, I had made myself an enemy.
I don’t remember the girl’s name. But she was a fellow classmate and took pleasure in bothering me every chance she got. Even throwing paper balls at me during class once. Well, that day I had enough and I finally threw some back. But that was when she crossed the line. She read my words when she hadn’t the right. It was that day she became the second person I disliked most in the world.
Eventually, I found out why she hated me. She assumed herself that I thought I was better than everyone. Little old me, who was quiet and behaved in class, did the assignments and passed all her tests. Call me crazy, but isn't that a job of a student? Respect and listen to your teacher, do the assignments, etc. At least that was how I was brought up. Oh well.

Looking back now, I guess you can say I kind of owe her. If not for her and not transitioning well to my new school, I wouldn’t have started writing poetry to figure out why people are the way they are. Why the world is the way it is. Writing poetry wasn’t just for fun anymore. It became the medicine relieving my aches and pain. To make me understand things I never knew or noticed before. And made me smile again. Leading me to write “A Rose Is A Lovely Flower.” My first published poem in my junior high school yearbook. To writing and publishing my first poetry chapbook. To writing and one day publishing my first full length poetry collection. And many more.

About the Book:
Debut poetry chapbook Can You Catch My Flow? captures the everyday ordinary events of the human condition in poetic snapshots. No matter the walks of life, the reader is sure to find themselves within the lines.
Bio:

Links:
Facebook| Twitter | Instagram | Blog
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Published on March 14, 2016 03:00
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