It’s Metapoetic
~ I try to write. I cannot write. I try to write down a poem. The words, too trite; ideas, so slight; I question sometimes what I’m doing. In rhythm and rhyme, I concoct a line. And I try to keep […] Continue reading
~ I try to write. I cannot write. I try to write down a poem. The words, too trite; ideas, so slight; I question sometimes what I’m doing. In rhythm and rhyme, I concoct a line. And I try to keep […] Continue reading