Sunday Rattling

Am I the only person who between poems written (and by that I mean finished with the last draft) sometimes feel like I may never be able to once again successfully put a poem on a page? Such insecurities will creep into the next attempt and the one after that, and so on, until I at last break free of the self doubt. 

Of course self doubt leads to greater self criticize which leads often to self censorship. It's a whole vicious circle. Such circles are not a poet's friend.

 

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Quietly i begin my wait for some good news....

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Random thoughts.....

• I am reminded today that writing is about black and white.  Ink on blank space.  
• Sometimes I think of poems as short stories, but sometimes not so much. Sometimes I like not having a narrative as such.
• I would like to believe that into everyone's life a little abstract must fall, but I know that some fight it. I'm not one of them. 
• I strongly believe poetry is a metaphor for life. Baseball and politics are poetic metaphors and thus the circle is complete.
• I heard Donald Trump defend himself saying, "I am what I am." I thought of Popeye,, gag-gug-gug-gug-ah.