Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

when asked about revising

05 March 2014




never, still means

sometimes, or possibly,

although, really, I just never



I guess

that probably

excludes me from being

what you would call a genuine



I am


It’s sort of like childbirth,

once it’s out, it’s out, nurtured, but




it’s only my

poetry, as fiction

is constantly revised, never



In fact,

I’m envious

of poets who revise,

those who polish to perfection —

it shows.


It’s art,

a craft one learns,

a lifetime of practice,

that we each must do our own way,

I think.


So, no,

I don’t revise,

to answer your question.

I’m really not concerned about

it though.



5 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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