The Poems Ended/Long Before I Stopped Writing Them

Poem By Shalom Freedman

The poems ended
Long before I stopped writing them
Perhaps in all the years
There were a few that are real
But I suspect them overwhelmed
By the many that are not
And all is lost an overabundance of the mediocre and inane-

I should end now
But I probably won't
I need the writing of the poems too much
Just as their no-readers need them not at all.

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Great Poetry Defines Our Essential Being 'an overabundance... the mediocre and inane- is a poetry norm' few poets not even classical contemporary masters wrote only exquisite masterpieces remembered for exceptional rare writes countless poems languish unread a truth universal great poetry defines our essential being Inspired by the poem 'The Poems Ended/Long Before I Stopped Writing Them' by the poet Shalom Freedman. Dedicated to the poet Shalom Freedman.
an overabundance of the mediocre and inane- is a poetry norm, few poets not even classical contemporary masters wrote only exquisite masterpieces, remembered for exceptional rare writes countless poems languish unread " I need the writing of the poems too much Just as their no-readers need them not at all." a truth but poetry defines our essential being
true poetic pen takes birth only to write it does not know to stop writing


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