Poetry Challenge Day 168 (Mon Mar 21)
It just dawned on me
what my poetry is…
It’s prose in short lines.
One hundred and sixty-eight days,
I’m coming to the realization,
none of this is poetry.
Perhaps I should end this project
before I subject you
to any more self-delusions.
There’s another self-delusion,
I have to stop telling myself
there are readers.
I looked it up, the correct spelling of dammit is indeed “dammit.” I don’t actually think that putting this project on the Internet should, by definition, lead to a readership. So there is no confusion, the purpose here is personal, one designed to help me grow as a human, not to help anyone else grow. If that makes sense.