Writing's An Art
quatrain
Writing is much like a runaway cart.
With no destination in view, I start
a masterpiece using words in my mind.
Characters develop and a story I find.
I post my piece, releasing the reins
to an editor's hands. My genius wanes
as remarks come which rank it as trash.
Writing is much like a cart that has crashed.
November 1, 2014
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014
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