I don’t really like my poetry
I often write when thoughts pop into my mind
Thoughts I can’t let dissipate
And float away like a passing breeze
No
The thoughts I poetize are
Strong winds
Pushing back - again and again
Forcing me to write
Something

I don’t like these winds
These winds form my poetry
Into something
Not me

Too literal
The winds scream into my ears
As I write
Line
After line
I don’t like my poetry