what do i care for
my career, its ridiculous
trajectory –
none of this
matters to me.
at my most desperate
i grasp poems out
of thin air and memory,
each defying the absence
of relevance and creating
solid ground
beneath me.
from now on
i work for poetry.
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Yes!
"each defying the absence
of relevance and creating
solid ground
beneath me.
from now on
i work for poetry."
Glad you like this poem, or at least these stanzas. I was very proud of it when I wrote it. Lifted me up, oddly enough, for a day or two.
I enjoyed the poem. Writing a poem you're proud of is funny like that: it lifts you up out of the banality, stress, or whatever, for a couple of days. You're in this transcendent mood for a bit.
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