The Craft of Unfinished



The insistent urge
to sculpture ink into poetry
is a like running barefoot
on gravel, a finish line never crossed.

 For every poem released to a reader’s eyes
carries a poet’s sigh of incomplete.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

#napowritmo2020 Day 8 and #skyloverwordlist ~ craft

Real Toads ~ April 2020 ~ Day 8

Comments

Ellecee said…
Sometimes it does feel like that, Susie. Some completions are hard to find. :-)
April 8, 2020 at 3:36 PM
Sanaa Rizvi said…
Beautiful! I love the comparison in the opening line, it's absolutely stellar and on point!🥰👏👏
April 8, 2020 at 7:30 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Oh that's the truth. Smiles. Yours seem rather brilliantly complete though, Susie.
April 8, 2020 at 7:32 PM
Jim said…
Lots of poems are not pieces of pride when they are released. For sure there is more or different but we just can't or we won't spend more time with itm
The more you write the less of that?
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April 8, 2020 at 8:53 PM
Kim M. Russell said…
I know that feeling, Susie – but it’s worth it. The good things about poems is that we can always go back to them, sculpture a line, a stanza or the whole poem into something new.
April 9, 2020 at 3:04 AM
Rommy said…
But we can't stop running anyway, LOL. I think that's mostly a good thing.
April 9, 2020 at 7:07 PM
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