Words I’ve Erased
I wonder how many words
I have erased in my life,
how many phrases
I have tweaked,
how many ideas
I have thrown away.
Check the erasers on my pencils,
shaved to nonexistent stumps,
or the backspace key on my computer,
worn from overuse,
or the ink in my pens,
dried out from scratching through
ideas that seemed so good at the time.
I bet that I could write
endless stories and poems
with the words that I’ve erased,
the words that I’ve let slip away
to wherever the forgotten ideas go.
if I looked back through them,
would I wish
that I had told the story differently?
I love this rhythm
Time does have a way of changing how we would tell a story, but rest assured that the time you spent on those early versions still helped to shape you as a writer. Great poem.
I agree, and thank you!
This is a really good one, Abby!
Thanks! I’m happy with the way it turned out!