AEIOU and twenty-one other consonants too
That’s how we all make poetry; isn’t it?
So it must’ve been when I spoke my first word, no,
When I wrote my first word
That I discovered poetry
It could have been when I was a little older
Reading book after book of Dr. Seuss
And learning how to rhyme
Or how about when I wrote my first poem?
It was the eleventh grade
And we had to complete a daunting poetry project
But that was so long ago
And most of it has faded from my memory
The real truth is, I’m not sure of the exact moment
When poetry entered my life
But, like this poem, my fascination has never stopped growing
So, why did I become a poet?
I think the real question is
How could I not?