This is the first poem I ever wrote. I was a freshman in highschool, and had never had much use for poetry. Then our English teacher gave us an assignment to find a picture that sparked our imagination and write a poem based on it. I had no idea what to do. I knew of exactly one poem that I even liked, and spent the weekend stressing rather a lot. In the end, however, I found a picture that sparked something… and amazingly enough, I did not fail the assignment! (Thanks, Mrs. F). So, I thought I’d share it with you all today, as a sort of “flashback Friday.” This is the poem that started my love of writing poetry (I’m still not much for reading it)…..
Oh! How joyfully a waterfall,
Unchecking its course and flow,
Throws itself to the river below
Over a jagged wall.
And as it cascades in a thundering way,
Strong and deep, yet clear–not dull,
Not overflowing, yet ever full,
Up comes a gentle spray.
This fine mist up from below
Catches the sunlight in such a way,
And bends that light through the spray
Into an arcing rainbow.
And, no, sadly, this is not the actual picture I was looking at as I wrote that poem oh so many years ago (1996!), but it’s close.