A Poem: Of Words Less Easily Disregarded
Whenever I start a poem, I like to have a
sneaky suspicion as to how it will finish.
The first words should, in some way,
foretell the last. And it’s only when
we’ve satisfyingly arrived at the end
of the poem that I’ll go back and delete
the things I’ve thrown into the mix too
quickly — such as “sneaky suspicion,”
and “into the mix,” and try to replace
them with words less easily disregarded.