I posted a poem just now,
then I took it down.
I have a lot of poems
I, for some odd reason,
never post the best ones
(though one day
I'd like to share them).
But this
was neither good
nor bad
nor anything else.
It was talcum powder
or artificial sweetener.
Half an oyster shell
on the hudson's bank,
Or that last grain of rice
sitting in the bowl
longing to serve a purpose
but barely
worth the effort.
So I took it down
because it failed
to do itself justice.
I know
it may be cruel.
I know
I've abandoned my child.
So I'll have a gin drink
or some peppermint tea
let life
do what it does
and see what other demons
I may conjure
as repentance.
-BH
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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Posted by Unknown at 7:57 PM
Labels: anton chekhov., inspiration, Poetry
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2 comments:
I like it. You captured something there.
You're wonderful. I hope you do share them one day...
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