Just as I feared,
upon rereading
the half dozen
I wrote
last night,
I find them
at best.

It seems
the more poems
I write
the worse
they get.

And that includes
this one.

I've got
a poetry parasite
in my gut
all my sustenance,
leaving me
too weak,
too stupid,
to do anything else
but grind out
these graceless

by Doug Lane

Comments (1)

Take a break and wait upon grace to arrive again. This usually works for me. I never try to force a poem. It must be inspired and bubble up out of me. Yes, a thoughtful & honest poem Doug.