Crumpled Piece of Paper
Boy oh boy,
This poetry knocks me out lately
I’m worried it doesn’t have the same effect
As it used to
I get so tired
It feels like a boulder
I love words
They have put bandages all over me
But with these repressed memories
I get scared to see them on paper,
On a computer,
On a laptop
Long are the days of crumpled up paper wads
Surrounding a desk
It’s backspace,
Delete,
Nevermind,
Forward
Backspace isn’t the same effect as a crumpled piece of paper
Maybe i’ll get out my pen
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I invite you back to the pen and paper poets. Some of us never left. There is something satisfying with crumbling them up, too…
It doesn’t really matter
that I say what a fine poem
this is: its form, spacing,
timing and soul-felt meaning.
What matters is to
follow your poetic heart,
it will tell you what to do,
(P.S. I love the steely resolve of the last stanza)
Getting the words out is a victory regardless of how it’s done. Success!
DO IT!