Today's poem following the prompt is a tribute to my inspirations-
While I often curse
my average schooling
for later impediments,
I do remember a few
good ways it helped me
become more, me
Like English class,
and teachers who were
able to get through to me
spanning the foggy abyss
that were my day dreams,
helped me connect worlds
I didn't know
language could be romantic
till I read the Bard's sonnets
I didn't know
a song about Frogs and Nightingales
could make one laugh
I didn't know
poems could be written
about Grecian Urns
and Winds and weathers
I didn't know
I loved words
I didn't know
I could express thoughts
I couldn't speak
in written words
and that I'd ever be able
to share 'em with the world.