I have been feeling the urge to write poetry again. Writing poetry is not practical. I spent the better part of my twenties trying to write a good poem. I filled notebooks with bad poems. Daily, I read Wallace Stevens, Sylvia Plath, Richard Hugo.
From that, I have piles of notebooks
that are going nowhere.
The urge to write a poem can be a terrible
and all-consuming thing.
Really, I am fighting the urge
to write a poem. I think Don Marquis
said it best: “Writing a book of poetry is
like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.”
—Mitchell Hegman
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