Bukowski Insight
The thing about poetry
I learned from Bukowski
Is not that it must rhyme
Or follow metric time
But that it must be
Sincere.
In honesty
Is vulnerability.
It is hard to say
What the heart would say
Were it but free.
If I were young again
And knew
What I know
I would be free.
It is too late now
To do what I would do
Had I but known.
© ARF May 2023
This is the end. I have used up my free allocation of gigabytes.
I may start a new blog. If so, there will be a link below.
But first, I ask my gentle reader whether I should even bother at all to continue this intermittent journal, scrapbook and collection of poems, essays and stories. Respond in the comments section please.
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