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The Poetry Ropes

Don't know what I'm doing. Trembling I learn to express my thoughts and feelings with new exciting words. Innocent yet mindless to poetic etiquette. No disrespect to the masters of it's grace and elegance. Couldn't really tell you a stanza from a blitz. Hoping you'll all guide me just a tiny bit, so I dont look a fool and can find my little niche.

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Darlene Gifford

Date: 5/23/2015 2:50:00 AM

Hi, Heather, trust me, you'll find your niche. We learn by reading others poems, as you mentioned you are doing. You can train your ear to hear the rhythms in the poems you read. How to books on poetry can help you, too. Especially ones with exercises that encourage you to practice your writing. You did well with this poem. I give you a 7. so don't put yourself down. We are here for you. Any questions? just ask.

Darlene Gifford
Date: 5/24/2015 6:04:00 AM

And so are you, Heather!

Heather Condee
Date: 5/23/2015 2:57:00 PM

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I'm gonna run with all the advice I have received. You are all brilliant and wonderful people.