Sunday, June 29, 2008

how to write by sean s.


Since you told me you hate
what you write, I've formulated every trite
or profound encouragement as bait,
hooks for your mind or heart.

Hate is distraction. You must
love where you can, love
what you can. Hate is untidy
love. Hate is
half-hearted. Find your beautiful burning
hands in your memory's wick.

Tricks. Everything so
much simpler. What
I really want to tell you
is there are words here, waiting for yours.
On this page, on the next.

(for H.)

1 comment:

Jennifer K Dick said...

That's so lovely Sean! What a great poem. Thanks for sharing it with us/me/all!

Bises, Jen