Epilogue
Don’t stifle the art—
let it pour over all natural-like
or beat your knuckles on the desk
’til thrashing squeezes every thought out.
I can remember all the time
I spent pouring over weak drafts,
collapsing large graphs into trash.
Writing big becomes my Butterfly Effect
stomach feels the flutter over time
as I grow sick reading writing more more more
of my own self-supposed intellectual
(yet young and ignorant) quips.
Don’t stifle the art—
Don’t don’t don’t don’t even do it.
Don’t stifle yourself—
You are an art
in yourself.
Loved the opening lines! Great insight!
Great insight! I feel like you are taking more risks with your writing, and it’s fantastic!
Such a good lesson for writers.
Really like the ending, addressed to the reader. Nice poem!