[stylist] One Poet's Woe

[William L Houts]

Hey Friends,

Just wanted to pass on an experience here.  I'd been working on a new 
poem for the last hour.  It was more like an exercise, which sometimes 
launches into a real walking talking poem.  But this morning, that's not 
how it worked out.  I got down to about line 7 or so, took a look at the 
whole thing and decided it was a spoiled confection of some sort, and 
threw it back into the kiln, to mix metaphors. I have a sort of long 
term game in which I measure my private success as a poet by the slowly 
ascending number of poems in my poetry folder.  But adding to the score 
is not to be this morning, iambic fans.  I got down to the last line, 
took a look at it and just torched it.  I got a few good rhymes out of 
it and some notions for a poem about breezes, so I'll come back to the 
theme. But as for this iteration?  Burn, witch, burn!



--Bill













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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"