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Friday, November 8, 2019
Writing Poetry
Writing Poetry
I wonder if I have written
all of the poems I have in me.
Does every poet have a finite
number of poems inside?
When poems are exhausted
is there nothing more?
Or if the number is infinite
will I be inspired to write again?
What motivates a poet to write,
who determines words' importance?
And the question behind the question -
who besides another poet cares?
For Poetry Pantry
If you comment, I would be interested in what you think.
How would you answer any / all of the questions?
What do you think about writing poetry in general?
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