To be more me, with
Less effort to be what I ought
Or what might be more impressive.
Tempting, those are. Always.
A waste though, in the end.
Sometimes, I figure that out
Quickly. Sometimes, not.
Disappointing, when I realize I gave in. Again.
Should it be difficult (to write what I know)?
What am I fighting , against, that
Injects artifice so insistently?
Only what I know, always.
I always know the way to a good
Fishpond, no matter where I am.
That’s not supposed to be funny, but
It kinda is. Who starts there,
When they talk about
What they “know?”
Me (Truth? Yes. Okay then.). Start there I will.
I know more than a few
Good books…and good records too.
Truth that too. More later, okay?
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"Should it be difficult (to write what I know)?
What am I fighting , against, that
Injects artifice so insistently?"
You have taught us all a lot about fighting the good fight, fernsy. Thanks for the good word tonight.
Thank you.
That is the hardest to write about.
Fiction flows too easy sometimes, almost as if we knew it.
R