I feel like a little child today. My heads in a knot, can’t lie. The Page is Blank. I wrote something on a domestic issue I found when I visited my mother, looked at it, then trashed it.
I went to my poetry blog, looked at the piece I put up yesterday – On public displays of wealth – and felt sorry for lovers world-wide.
Why did I write that piece, why I ask. I mean, actually, I LIKE seeing young couples in love.
I came across a couple blog in here who were quite nasty. Felt very un-wanted and did a BLARGH! I’m reading that poem, and although I like it, there’s something about it that just isn’t me. Usually, even though my poems can be harsh, they always leave something for somebody at the end.
This one leaves dead space. I’m very concerned about it.
Someone once told me that once you get a poem, then it has a reason. Well, I’m sure this one does but, I’m unhappy with it and have my knickers in a twist. If I don’t like it, why did I put it up?
Well, I do like it…it makes me giggle…but I don’t like it, what about the couple?
Sigh. Such is the weight of life eh.
If I ‘believe’, I should follow my heart, then the poems fails me. If I believe that all writing serves a purpose, then…still it fails me. Can bad come out of good intention? What do you do with that?
So. I’m arguing with this poem. Do I BELIEVE what I’ve written or is it a smoke-screen? Some of you have been following me a while – The Laughing Housewife – thanks for the comment.
Is something worth fighting for if you don’t believe it?
You know, I’m going to leave it up there just to remind me because this poem makes me feel dirty! It’s very hard doing this in public. Maybe I’ll learn something. Or maybe I’ll take it down and burn it.
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