I went surfing on the Internet in the year Two Thousand Five
When I chanced on Poetry Soup and paused there for a bit.
I read some of the poetry and posted some of mine,
Then turned away without a clue how to get back to it.
The words languished in their mystery home for a total of four years,
No one had commented, they must have thought my poems were freaks,
Until one day my email opened with a message from the Soup.
To tell me my poem was featured on their home page for two weeks.
With the link that Soup forwarded I returned back to the site,
And found my poem and new comments that were so very kind.
So I’ve been a faithful member since the year Two Thousand Nine
In this friendliest, happiest, poetry place that one could ever find.
I thought perhaps you’d like to see
The poem that was the start of me.
Sometimes I catch them easily,
The words I’m reaching for,
At other times watch helplessly
As they crash to the floor.
I try to reassemble but
They’ve landed in a jumble.
I grab too fast for floaters and
My chair and I both tumble.
Susie thinks it is hilarious
And joins into the fun.
Before she hears my “stop”, she has
Already swallowed one.
I am truly very sorry
There are no poems from me.
You will know why when I tell you
My dog ate my poetry.
Now with over thirteen hundred postings,
I’m trying hard to earn my way
In this assemblage of fine poets.
Thanks for allowing me to stay.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson