Just as I feared,
upon rereading
the half dozen
poems
I wrote
last night,
I find them
mediocre
at best.
It seems
the more poems
I write
the worse
they get.
And that includes
this one.
I've got
a poetry parasite
in my gut
sucking
all my sustenance,
leaving me
too weak,
too stupid,
to do anything else
but grind out
these graceless
lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Take a break and wait upon grace to arrive again. This usually works for me. I never try to force a poem. It must be inspired and bubble up out of me. Yes, a thoughtful & honest poem Doug.