[stylist] poem: forever gone

[Barbara Hammel]

  FOREVER GONE

by Barbara Hammel



Some folks kill the baby before it comes to birth,

They overanalyze and question what's the worth.

They see the growing form, they hear the steady beat,

And still they second-guess, debate, decide, delete.

Gone now is that baby that never had a chance,

Inspiration succumbed to logic's edit dance.





So, I didn’t want to comment before I pasted it but what do you think?  I’m sure I’m not the only way who feels this way about things I write, am I?

Barbara



Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.--Robert Frost