by Nicole Johnson
Honestly, I did not mean to fall into poetry. As a child, poetry had always piqued my curiosity, but I never thought I could write like the authors I had read. My first small challenge for myself started because of a contest, sponsored by Poetry.com. I created this challenge by trying my hardest to rhyme, to fall into a good rhythm, and to make it lengthy. I had written a few poems prior to this, but they were short and very few rhymed; I felt I could do much better. The paper just absorbed the words from my pencil as they flowed from my brain; it was a strong link, a chain that could not be broken. My topic was my cat, Mickey; he is my baby, and I love him very dearly. After I finally finished, I read it over and made some tweaks and changes until I felt completely satisfied. I sent it in, never really expecting to hear something back from them, but I still had that little flicker of hope.
My Cat, Mickey
Looking at me with those big, green eyes,
it makes me so happy, I want to cry.
Always looking up to me, my best, truthful friend,
always wanting to play with almost no end.
You always brighten up my day,
in just about every single way,
comforting and missing me,
I think you’d cry if I went across the sea.
I always know you’re truthful, my extra special friend,
until you go away, I never want our fun to end.
Looking back on it now, I think it sounds silly, and I can almost feel the childishness coming from it. It is easy to tell that I wrote this when I was younger, but I still conveyed my main point. I love my cat dearly, and I always will. While I can probably write a better poem now to show my feelings, I still will stick with this one: basic, silly, and straight to the point. It was my first step towards a great beginning in poem writing. When I received a letter a couple of months later, in December,