Book Markings

this poem was a short, easy process to create, it had good inspiration all the way through, it reminded me of how I used to write and the ways that I used to create poems, or think about poetry. That said it had its demons too. The whole time I was writing this poem it kept coming unbidden to my mind that this was not very modern, or that I was falling back on romantic devices, or that the poem would never be popular or relevant or important. I kept thinking that I should somehow modernize it, that the rhyming scheme i was using was just a scheme, and that what i was working on wasn't really poetry at all. 

To all of these things, I told myself: NO. and kept working on it anyways. 

writing all this out seems silly now. I just wanted to express that I think of this poem as a sort of personal triumph against myself, and a reminder that all poetry is first the poetry of the self. before it ever has a chance to become anything else, it has to be of the self, it has to be kind of selfish. That's not to say it can't be kind, or giving, but it has to know what it can give and what it can't without compromising its nature as a thing of the self. 

Anyways, thank you for reading, this is how I feel and I love it.