20.9.11

Second Guessing

{day 21}

nine more poems is all i've left
and as with most goals, i'm left wanting

authentic cast is what i sought,
only now it seems a shallow canting

a writer of poetry?  is that what i am?
sometimes i feel a need for planting

but what becomes of it?  what has grown?
lately it only feels like ranting.





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