Yesterday I felt like writing a poem, but had no idea what to write about. Partly, this was to procrastinate on my thesis, which I'm very good at :( Anyways, I did write one about how hard it is to write poems, as nothing else came immediately to mind. I showed the first draft to Adam and he made one of those polite responses that means it's mediocre, so I rewrote it and he said it was much better. I hope you like it; and please understand I'm not quite as pessimistic as the last line would indicate.
Some days, writing beckons me.
My thoughts, expressed in verse,
May have greater import, yet I see
Them strangled, my words are terse.
Unschooled, I cannot say the things
I would, like a seaman who gasps
For help, seeking air that brings
Life, inspiration, and the asking
Of questions with crucial moment,
And answers that keep men alive.
But I have no accomplishment
Nothing of my words will survive.
Richard Gianforte 3/28/2008
