A Poetry Less Learned

re-post inspired by Brenda's contest Through a personal lens I think,then write Perspective's gaze alters,from night to night, As blotting paper,absorbs impressions Of poetry's learned and unlearned lessons; my anthology,my journey's log book From mainstream or the back lanes I took, An emphasis upon a favoured form. Those endeavours which I,on reflection mourn; I change,I alter or perhaps stand still In retrospective of a fogotten will, And yet,driven by this creative itch, Each day,I,this word tapestry must stitch.