I want to write a poem today.
It need not be art,
it just needs to be.
I want to write a poem every day
with a deep abiding want,
but allowing this desire
will bring only more wanting,
not poems. They will sneak past as if
I’m not even here.
I will hear them: a distant train
on a moonlit night, whistling in the dark.



moonlit tracks



(in order of sequence: feministing.com, jogjis.com, charlesghigna.blogspot.com)

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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2 Responses to Wanting

  1. gailsingle says:

    Congrats on writing a poem today 🙂

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