Tuesday, February 23, 2010

In A Vacuum

I guess I’ve lost the depth of contact
With most of the people I used to know
Who cared to read my poetry,
Who had the taste and the propensity
To review and critique and recommend,
But now I guess there’s not enough proximity.

It’s said we see ourselves too much through others’ eyes
And I find that no less true with my own writing.
It’s hard for me to judge it or care for it
If too much of it occurs in a vacuum.
Whose fault it is I know—I can only blame myself,
And so I squirm.


Current draft: 2/23/2010
Created on 2/17/2010 10:51 AM

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