Love Poem: 'Soupster' Crouton Floating

'Soupster' Crouton Floating

 
I came to soup just a girl who liked to write, and posted a poem about my dad who had died; now, I recall comments of compassion and how I cried, I had written it years ago and held onto it tight. I kept writing and posting and making life long friends, people with the same like-minded creative thoughts; I soon felt brave enough to try writing for contest spots, enouraged by friends who became more with love that transcends. That is how I learned about all the poetry forms, about structure, syllables, rhyming and being free; I kept writing, entering, trying and that was the key, oh yes, over the years I have felt the ups, downs and storms. Soon, I was placing and the rest is poetic history, now, I know enough to do my own poetry contests; and as other soupsters know that means a lot of stress, have been told I am a born poet ... I find that a mystery. I have no formal training just a writing passion, won a life time membership in a contest years ago; and because of the freedom it gives me I now grow, and I will return what I received from soupsters ... compassion.