Sometimes,
the poem writes itself,
and I am merely the typist.
Other times,
the steady flow of words
plows right into an unforgiving roadblock.
At no time,
in the puzzling of words,
is the process as easy as it should be.
When is it time
to abandon a cherished idea,
leaving it to rot with other literary rubbish?
In a future time,
I may want to revive the thoughts
that led me down the road to discontent.
But not at this time.
1 comment:
Hi Susan. It's never easy, I think. Sometimes it's less difficult though. I usually put finished work on my blog but a month or so ago I wrote about something I was trying to put together, on stone walls. The wall is long finished but the poem is still sitting as fragments that stubbornly refuse to come together. Your question about abandoning a cherished idea is a good one. Maybe we never should. I suspect we file them and they sneak back later, in some other context or form.
Thanks for following on twitter. It led me here.
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