Poetry

The first time I read poetry was when i was too young to understand really what anything meant.  I certainly had no concept of adult heartache and pain.  I remember picking up Rod McKuen when I was still a teenager and all his words felt like someday they would mean something to me.  Later when I was in my early 20's i read Merritt Malloy.  For those of you who have ever had a joyful moment of love overshadowed by the pain of loss you will find a kindred spirit.  I often wonder what happened to her.  It is like she just fell off the earth.  Over the years i've tried to locate new material and come up with nothing.  I found it interesting when my daughter who is 19 picked up Merritt Malloy when she was 16.  Perhaps the broken heart starts younger nowadays.