Oct 2016
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?
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
