That “gripping, elegiac” novel
I wanted to write

I thought I should write

Instead of this stuff–
These useless words
That bring no profit
That few read
That will die,

Not the “deathless prose”
Assigned in school,
Read forever
Loved by many,
Bought by most,

But here, finally,
I am at peace–
I know myself to be this,
Not what I ought to be,
Not profitable,
Not known,
Not immortal,

I claim the space
A poet requires:
White space no bigger
Than a breath,
Exhaling my own truth.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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6 Responses to Finally

  1. Laughing Dragon says:

    So gripping. Very near the heart and under the skin.

  2. yeoldefoole says:

    yeah… I hear ya!

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