Long post planned, churning in my mind, answers to questions, more questions raised.
And in the middle of it all, Charlie The Bachelor picks Sarah and I’m crying even though this is the first time I’ve watched the program. Sometimes I think these shows are just an outlet for that which better lies under control of the mind.
Thank you N. for your kind words of support, there to pick me up and give me some confidence to do what I feel. Honestly? I thought my poetry was halfway decent, but am convinced that very few others feel so. And thank you, Steve, for your practical, more pointed words–I’ve always trusted and read into your subtle advice. We’ll talk, I suppose.
Poetry is more than pretty words and places. I’ve used its elements to write better prose. But maybe I’m missing the soul of the poet, and maybe I’ll never see the world as I could and would like.
I need the night to think.
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