I’m thinking again about Twyla Tharp’s marvelous Creative Autobiography questionnaire. This is the first question. The second: Was anyone there to witness or appreciate it?
Care to share you experiences?
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond
Santa Fe Literary Scene, Poetry, Land Art, New Mexico
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 
I’ll send something along next week when I return home. 🙏
Terrific! I’m curious to know.
Mine is vivid because I was too young to realize it was “creative”. When I was 10, we had to write a poem for class. We had been reading Lear (The Owl And The Pussycat), of course, and some other poems. My poem was:
“I stuck my nose
in a rose
and a bee
kissed me.”
My teacher, Mrs. Clark, asked me to explain what I meant and I explained I was stung by a bee and made a poem out of it. She asked me why I used the word kissed when I could have said stung, and I explained I felt it was more positive, and it felt right. Mrs. Clark called me a “natural poet” & praised me in front of the whole class. Up to that time I had done nothing right with my life. That was a defining moment for me – I have considered myself a poet ever since, even though I had no idea at the time, and still have no idea what a poet is. That was 1965, and somehow we made it to 2020. My best guess about being a poet is – it’s a person who loves to share words with others =:-)
This is wonderful–I’m going to give it a blog post of its own tomorrow.
Making little poems out of magnets on a blue board that Abbie gave me.