Forced poet

My eldest son Eugi, now 14 1/2 years old, has been forced to become a poet due to being in grade 9 English class. Fortunately for him he has a mother who loves poetry. I love reading it I love writing it I love reading it I love writing it. I love poetry. I took a long break from writing for many many years. In the last couple of years I’ve picked up writing again and I am enjoying it greatly. I read a lot of my poems to my son. He says he quite enjoys them and that he wishes he could write like I do. But with only 14 1/2 years of life experience behind him of course he’s going to write in a different way. Recently I went into his online classroom work to see how he’s doing in his poetry class. He brought tears to my eyes. Because I think he’s really good. He has pulled from his own life experience little details. He’s made them into something special. So I wanted to share a couple of Eugi’s works here. And I hope that readers appreciate what a sensitive 14-year-old can create when forced to do so.

Green

Green is the jungle
Green Sounds Like the creaking from bamboo in the wind Green tastes like a fresh salad on the table
Green smells like a fresh cut lime
Green feels like the grass on your bare feet

Eugi Morton January 2021