I find myself
wrestling with a poem again.
I wrote it four years ago
But it keeps coming back
To top of mind.
Work on me it whispers.
Finish me.
Polish my shoes.
It purrs.
Sometimes I change
a single word.
Or add a line.
Or remove a comma.
But it keeps
coming back for more.
It's relentless.
I think of the
great French poet
Paul Valery.
His quote imprisons me
To this groundhog day
Of working on the same
Group of stanza.
This poem is my jailer.
*“A poem is never finished
It is only abandoned”*
He said wisely.
So here I go again
My quill raised
one more time.
But I now understand why.
Thank you Paul?
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
I find myself
wrestling with a poem again.
I wrote it four years ago
But it keeps coming back
To top of mind.
Work on me it whispers.
Finish me.
Polish my shoes.
It purrs.
Sometimes I change
a single word.
Or add a line.
Or remove a comma.
But it keeps
coming back for more.
It's relentless.
I think of the
great French poet
Paul Valery.
His quote imprisons me
To this groundhog day
Of working on the same
Group of stanza.
This poem is my jailer.
*“A poem is never finished
It is only abandoned”*
He said wisely.
So here I go again
My quill raised
one more time.
But I now understand why.
Thank you Paul?
Ambroise-Paul-Toussaint-Jules Valéry (30 October 1871 – 20 July 1945) was a French author and Symbolist poet. His interests were sufficiently broad that he can be classified as a polymath. In addition to his fiction (poetry, drama, and dialogues), he also wrote many essays and aphorisms on art, history, letters, music, and current events