Sunday, 21 June 2009


your mind races and you write a poem
not understanding the compulsion or caring what others think
not that you are beyond caring more that you are moved to do it in a way you think or feel is real without commas

you know what I mean?
do you care?

like that poem Raymond Carver penned about the dying dog anyway it died and he buried it with his cares

that word again oh dear cropping up like a badly-scripted poem

1 comment:

  1. You'll probably see a few references to Raymond Carver in my work. Needless to say, I like his writing, both the short stories and the poetry. The title of my blog also declares an interest: RC wrote a short story - which also became the name for a collection of his short stories - titled 'Where I'm calling from.' You can read all of his poetry in a collection titled 'All of us.'