As I like to say, poetry is a journey, not a destination, and as such, what can we say with certainty?

Question

all my poetry

my poetry sets me back

into my compulsions

deep within the womb of my mystery

into the envelope of my hidden life

a perilous journey but

the music much sought-after

and much maligned

a recycled second-guessing

of ever-clichéd attitudes

wrapped into a trimmer form

of expression

drawn up into a piece

of my very flesh

draw then my words

spread my blood and bones

across this surgeon’s table

then wash it down and prepare

for the next patient

my poetry lies unknown

to me still

can you know

me better?

Answer 1

that is a really good poem

i like it a lot i wish i wrote something that good