[stylist] One Poet's Woe

[William L Houts]

HI Shawn,

You've got something there, Shawn:  the right way to confront this 
little incident is to reflect that I have the time and occasion to 
indulge in poetry at 4am in the morning, however the poem itself turns 
out.  You come to the well early in the morning and lower the bucket.  
Sometimes you get water, crystal fresh, and sometimes you get sand.  
This morning, I got sand.  NO cause for boo hoo hooing.  The well's 
always there, we just have to keep showing up.



--Bill






On 7/20/2015 8:08 AM, Jacobson, Shawn D via stylist wrote:
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> At least you've got stuff to burn.
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> I'm stuck poetry wise (grin).
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> Shawn
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> Hey Friends,
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> 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!
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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"