Thoughts On Poetry Poem by Lynne Crandall

Thoughts On Poetry



As my futile attempt to write a poem comes to a close,
I wonder what the point is
What is the point of all the wasted hours,
all the heartache,
and all the metaphorical blood?
Who am I even writing for- myself or others?
Are my anguished hours necessary for another’s one moment of recognition?
And really, how deep can that recognition go,
Because no matter how hard I try,
no one will be able to know what I was thinking
when I wrote down my heart
for them to trample underneath their unforgiving criticism.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Melissa Black 06 May 2009

Very true Lynne, almost...too true :)

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Barry A. Lanier 04 May 2009

wasted hours when we could have been......thinking.......never futile for if your words inspire only soul.....soothe one heart.......cause one smile.....then you have been a success.....

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