Anxiety

Hello. Today, my faithful readers, you all get another poem. I would not consider poetry a strong point of mine. I do believe, however, if you want to be the best writer you can be, then you have to practice in all forms of writing: creative fiction, creative nonfiction, memoir, essay, and poetry (I know I am not covering all my bases here).

For me, poetry promoted a deeper thought of reflection. A greater plumbing of the human heart. And technically speaking, poetry forced me to jazz up my word choice with a richer and fuller language. Enjoy this poem I entitled, "Anxiety."


 Anxiety

Four years and nothing to show.

Major, major problems

Shakespeare won’t shake these fears

Am I Donne?

Literature litters

Greens fritter each passing

Ink symbol:

And Frost-y trees blow in

as Shels flow onto shores

of this Poe-dunk towns Walt-

zing Whit-e-men, one-two-

three step-on-toes again

“A-Pablo-gize, don’t be

a Dick-in-son,” said a man.

My eyes strain for gold and

I get the muck,

until one art piece glimmers.

And I ask—

Are these Words worth it?