I can't clean it up. It's too exacting and nerve wracking and hard on
the eyes…to go back in there, correcting little letters, resetting a formatting
that is not even shown by the text box. I can't put myself through that
winced anal tweaking process. My brain squints. Not winks but squints.
The power of the poem starts to turn into a kind of squirmy discomfort
like brain freeze but one of a cruel perfectionist super ego- turning a
bellowing freeing cry into a painstaking judged sense of confinement
and pain. Yes, I want it to look different. Sure, I want it to have no spelling
errors the first time out. Damn, I don't understand the formatting tricks
here on PoemHunter, where my poem did not structure like that in the
text box. NO, I can not go back in and correct it and don't know what mood
I will have to be in to dot my eyes and cross my t's. I want to stick with my
happiness now that somebody liked it and gave it a glowing review. I want
to stick with my sense of exhaling in relief. Not get all worked up in leather
bondage and a whip while I squeeze myself into some latex that could kill me
if I gained any more weight than I already unfortunately have. I can not clean
it up. I am sorry if there are a couple of stumbling blocks. I just can't go back.
Not yet. Maybe someday. When the time is right. I fear to think what would
put me in the mood to do that! I fear to muse that one right now.
Through that winced tweaking process! ! Painstakking process faced by alk of us. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I just have to wait for the right time. I wrote it because we all face it and am wondering who else is annoyed by the PH text box system at times…the editing process.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the words poetic words poetic expression most valuable precious more than anything yeah; if need any edition edit though painstaking..............//
you know the feeling indeed!