Discarded thoughts collide,
cast aside once too many times;
now stride across crumpled sheets,
from where quenching springs rise
fuel that pen and paper set alight-
A battered note, a torn-out page,
explode in fervent rage…each
critic's stab, each cut so deep
pick axes unearthing jewels
rough but worth their keep.
I love poems about poetry's
I love poems about poetry's processes, and this poem certainly delivers that in a most superb way.
Starward
Thanks kindly
Thanks kindly
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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