The Practice of Poetry Exercise 1

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at

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13 Responses

  1. lrconsiderer says:

    Cool thought, and a GORGEOUS memory 🙂 Love it

    • Jessica says:

      Thank you ma’am! It’s one of my earliest memories. I was around 18 mos old. And yes, I can remember back that far. 😉

      • lrconsiderer says:

        I don’t doubt it! My earliest memory is of seeing my sister for the first time – I would have been 16 mos old, and I remember being lifted up to peep over the top of a smoky-brown coloured plastic little box, and she was in there, sleeping.

        I was racking my brains as I read this, trying to think of my earliest book memory though, or my earliest exciting experience with words…and I can’t (though allegedly at age two, I could say ‘condensation’ in context…)

        • Jessica says:

          My son Jack didn’t speak a word until he was almost two and then it was in complete and clear sentences. And one of his favorite kid shows was called Pinky Dinky Doo which was aimed more at 8-10 year olds. The main character would tell a story to her little brother and they’d focus on one word like “frustration” for the entire program. Jack’s vocabulary was incredible and you could ask him what words meant that he used and he could tell you and give you an example. And he remembers that. LOL. Although, he did refuse to call me Mom until he was 4 or 5. Until then I was Bop-Bop. And he’d look at me like “I know you want me to call you mom but I’m not going to” with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face. He doesn’t remember that at all though.

  2. Fida says:

    What a cool exercise and awesome poem!

  3. A Poet who edits! You are a rare bird indeed, and better for it.

    • Jessica says:

      I am a maverick. LOL
      Seriously, I completely approve of editing my poetry. I don’t like closing myself off to making my work the best it can be. That means editing. I save the original to see where my thought processes led me, but I grow and mature and I like going back and revisiting older work that maybe I wasn’t so fond of or tweaking something somewhere.
      Growth people! My work is better for editing! 🙂

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