INVENTION’S FOE (a Sonnetina Tre)
by Marie Elena
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What right have I to claim a poet’s heart?
What write have I inside this heart I feign?
What depth of wisdom have I to impart,
Or story that’s not dreary, nor inane?
Perfectionism is invention’s foe:
Methodically it stalls, then stops me cold.
I want to breathe and let the words just flow –
Exhale a poem exquisite to behold.
My only hope to fight perfection’s sway?
Curl up in something soft at end of day.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
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Awww… love this! Well captured — every line — and you are perfectly write!
Thank you so much, my PSC!
That reads so smoothly. Makes me feel comfortable and relaxed
Thank you Debi!
Curl up in something soft – nothing better… Lovely!
Warm smiles to you this morning, Nurit. 🙂