We were never really good at tradition, were we?
Everyone else blindly followed the rules; we always wrote our own story.
We made sure we didn’t burden ourselves with boundaries and rules.
Words were never enough to explain what we shared, but a smile could tell it all.
And while the others bend and break around us,
We continue to smile, engulfed in the passionate flames,
Burning the bridges only we could cross.
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Some thoughts on revision
I never really think about my revision process, but have been forced to consider it more lately. I tend to edit as a write, scracthing out a word here, inserting an extra word there. By the time I finish a poem, it is usually as "revised" as it ever gets. However, looking back over my poems recently, I have discovered I don't like them as much as I did when I first wrote them. This particular poem looks and feels completely different than it did when I first wrote it, with only a phrase or two salvaged from the original. I like it for now, I guess I will revisit it again in a year and see if the love it still there. :)
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