creeping like a frightened rat
along the cold damp edge
of some rotted old farm shed
a pile of miscellaneous treasure
by his bed, books unread
music that may never see
the light of day
poems reduced to bits
and bites of words
heard by a few
time spent, all of it
a hunger for pulling off
something really impressive
or failing that
to learn
the hard way
Sunday, March 19, 2006
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time spent, all of it
a hunger for pulling off
something really impressive
I used to know that oh so well. Time has changed and so has my hunger.
This is a wonderful poem. I can hear your genius spinning and then turning to see where time is.
poems reduced to bits
and bites of words
heard by a few The few who hear them are quite impressed.
Write on steve!
Thank you for your words.
queen neetee - thank you for these kind thoughts. I think I'm learning something important from your current series.
aurora - I have spent a good portion of the weekend trying to become more familiar with some of the poetry world here. Thank you so much for the effort you put into helping this all go, reading, encouraging, creating. I love it.
you're doing pretty damn fine
like the irony here
great poem
about worrying about writing
keep at it
(it never gets any easier - and if it does
you're doing it wrong) :)
floots - woke up this morning full of angst about something that i can't remember right now because of the kind words here. it simply evaporated (but will no doubt condense again). thank you for the advice, insight, and kick in pants.
hello! this was lovely! and I can relate to the feelings here. i'm sorry i've been a poor commentator recently. i see your picture is up! yay! hello!
capegirl - hello! - it's good to hear from you again, and welcome here anytime. i like the perspective you bring.
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