Privacy
I’ve written poems you’ll never see.They’re as not-for-you as a life at sea.It’s just a matter of privacy.
I’ve written poems you’ll never see.They’re as not-for-you as a life at sea.It’s just a matter of privacy.
There’s lots of poems lost in the darkbecause they failed to make a mark.Flung from the bow inside my mind,they wander, but they’ll never finda place to land in outer spacebefore they break, disintegrateor burn up in the atmosphereand fall … Continued
I’d rather write tomorrow’s poem,to make a guess at what’s unknown,to predict it like the weatherand to say “It will be better.”Even if that might be fun,I live each day just as she comes. [See this poem.]
It’s hard to look back into time,search out the reason and the rhyme,and all the sense that we can make.We want to do another take.And even now with all we know,it’s hard to write yesterday’s poem.
I want to write a poem each day.I just need something good to say.And if there’s nothing to be said,I’ll write one anyway. It’s good for me to think and writeto keep perception in my sight.And so I’ll make each … Continued