MY OTHER SELF

He was a poet and hated the approximate.
Rainer Maria Rilke
The Journal of My Other Self

This Walt is quite precise to a fault
drifting away from his passion with words.
His darkness precedes him and he concedes
that his craft to him, feels combative.

Drifting away from his passion with words,
he finds what he says has been said before.
That his craft to him, feels combative
is a testament to the utility of his poetic futility.

He finds what he says has been said before,
he feels like a repetitive bore and what’s more,
his testament to the utility of his poetic futility
is an admission to his failing at maintaining his pace.

He feels like a repetitive bore and what’s more,
writing the glut of emotions he has felt and feels
is an admission to his failing at maintaining his pace.
Prolific is terrific for a while, but it wears on one’s soul.

Writing the glut of emotions he has felt and feels
deals with his life of love and anger and despair and loss.
Prolific is terrific for a while, but it wears on one’s soul,
and losing control of your muse is like verbal abuse!

Dealing with his life of love and anger and despair and loss,
exposes the truth about his other self; makes words seem wrong!
And losing control of your muse is like verbal abuse!
Lately he tends to struggle with the words he’ll use!

Exposing the truth about his other self makes words seem wrong!
His darkness precedes him and he concedes
that he tends to struggle with the words he’ll use!
This Walt is quite precise to a fault!

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #13 – Springboard Quotes

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