How They Write Their Poems Poem by Beverley Katherine
How They Write Their Poems
I wonder if they went about it
with sweat-streaked cheeks
and dirty fingernails
and ink-stained fleshy bits that held muscles that could change the world.
or maybe that's just the amateurs.
The greats,
they write left-handed while snacking on cucumbers sandwiches
and sipping chamomile.
They change the world with a cup of tea.
No sweat, no dirty fingernails
and especially
no ink-stains.
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4/26/2024 5:05:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
flawlessly written and so true. whereas I have to kill myself to turn out a mediocre poem