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I call myself a poet, yet I struggle to believe
For many times that which comes forth from me
Seems such nonsense and prattle
My intent to paint exquisite pictures with words
Often falling short of the target that I desire
The reading of another’s work
Has me spiralling off course completely
Giving up the pen and keyboard for all eternity
On reading that which I have written long before
I can acknowledge my mistake
It matters not that I think myself inferior
Only that I have improved upon my own words
And that I should continue to colour the world
With the images that invade my mind.

Debbie Gravett © 2017.01.17

via Daily Prompt: Exquisite

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