I went several decades without writing a poem or a book.
When I returned, I supposed I felt like I had earned it.
And wrote thirty three or so of a saga series. I just could
not stop with all of my fictional theories. Moses killed
Heather and now I forget who killed Benchley? What was
her name again? That prison guard who escorted Moses
to the fateful night. The light shone over the snow. Mrs.
McDonough was killed as well, and Mr. McDonogh committed
suicide, his blood like an ink blot for a snow bird in the
forest where they gathered. I'd rather forget for awhile.
I am in debt to edit all of it for awhile. And I am in debt.
Let be let let.
A poignant write.....brilliantly composed! Full marks with great appreciation!
I know what you mean with all of these that I have. Just get er done I guess great write to remind us of The work we have ahead. James McLain 🎸
It is about that- feeling overwhelmed by wondering how I am going to accomplish that editing job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Editing job is a demanding task. It requires a tranquil mind and undisturbed privacy to perform well.