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Boosted by cstanhope@social.coop ("Your weary 'net denizen"):
brianbilston@mastodon.online ("Brian Bilston") wrote:

Sometimes the poems I write aren’t the ones I intend to write.

This is Not the Poem I Had Hoped to Write   This is not the poem I had hoped to write when I sat at my desk and the page was white. You see, there were other words I’d had in mind, yet this is what I leave behind.   I thought it was a poem to eradicate war; one of such power, it would heal all the sores of a world torn apart by conflict and schism. But it isn’t.   Lovers, I’d imagined, would quote from it daily, Mothers would sing it to soothe crying babies. And whole generations would be given new hope. Nope.   I had grand aspirations. Believe me, I tried. Humanity examined with lessons applied. But the right words escaped me; so often they do. Have these in lieu. Brian Bilston