Writing Lessons (poem) by Leanne Dyck

This poem is titled 'Writing Lessons.' I'm not extremely happy with the title. I'd rather

 something like, 'This is what I learnt about writing. It's what works for me. It's what I want

 to remember. It may work for you too. Or it may not.' 'Writing Lessons' is just shorter. 

Abby demonstrating the correct method for drinking from a pond.
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Writing Lessons

In order to grow
As a writer,
You need to be courageous
Enough to try something new

You need to be brave
Enough to risk 
the possibility of failure.

You have to realize that not everything
That flows from your pen
Will be gold—
And still have fun.

Have fun writing.
It makes everything easier.

written in February 2026.

On Mayne Island

photo by ldyck

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A Love Letter (poem) by Leanne Dyck

Years ago, I wrote this as a piece of prose, but I always thought it could be something more. A couple of months ago, in February, I transformed the prose into verse. What do you think? Happy poetry month!

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A Love Letter

We have always had a special relationship.

When we met, you wooed me with your clever tricks.

You were never the same way twice.

Sometimes your ‘b’ looked like a ‘d.’.

Sometimes your ‘p’ looked like a ‘q.’.

I was surprised that you didn’t entertain everyone in this manner.

Our relationship grew

and I learnt that you could be collected in a group.

I was informed that

this group was read as a word.

Ah, how your words danced

before my eyes.

Sometimes ‘w-a-s’ danced.

How it waltzed.

How it jigged.

How it jived.

Watch it now

as it twists into ‘s-a-w.’.

Amazing!

Thrilling!

Yet you only danced for me.

Your behaviour does make our relationship challenging. 
Words dance before my eyes.
Sometimes I’m forced to guess at your intent.
You are always a puzzle, a surprise.

You intrigue me.
You entertain me.

You embarrass me.
Do you remember the time I was reading you
to a group of children?

I thought we were having a merry time
until
one of the children stopped me.
It seems you had fooled me,
but you hadn’t fooled the child.

Never mind,
it was long ago,
and I have forgiven you.

It doesn’t matter to me
that your relationship
with others
is easier
and more harmonious
My passion for you
grows
stronger
every day.

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On this blog in April

New content is added to this blog 

every Sunday 

at approximately 4:40pm (Pacific Time). 

April is poetry month.

So I will be sharing 

one of my poems

 every Sunday

to celebrate.

On Mayne Island

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Terrill Welch Gallery Pod 

428 Luff Road

Art and nature connecting one brushstroke at a time. 

Large and small acrylic paintings by internationally collected landscape painter 

Terrill Welch (from the pamphlet)

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I began my tour in Terrill's pod, which is located close to her home. 

Paintings are attractively displayed on four walls in this inviting space.

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I followed these helpful instructions and found...

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I know it looks like Terrill is outside,

but we're not.

She has skillfully captured nature and brought it inside.

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There's much more to discover. I encourage you to visit Terrill's gallery pod. 

Open daily 11 am to 4 pm PT

She's a warm, inviting, and very talented artist who I am proud to call a friend.

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