Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Middle of the Night Poems

Sometimes when I write a poem in the middle of the night, I'm deluded into thinking it's good.  A particular good line or humorous passage makes me believe that I've hit on something.  Occasionally, I even submit the poem to a journal that night, so confident I am that it's a great piece of work.

Unfortunately, what I find out in the dead light of morning is that it's just not very good.  The lines are a little too familiar.  There might be a grammatical error or two.  I'm usually aghast that this has happened, that I was fooled by a poem.  I promised myself that next time it won't happen again.  I'll be sober, even inside the darkness.  And it always happens again....

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