It appears
I have no worldly ambitions
In the least, at least that’s what
My discerning, highly
Esteemed colleagues mostly
Accuse me of, and I suspect
They are right—after all,
All I’ve ever wanted is
To make myself comfortable
Before a blank piece of paper
And make believe
It’s my whole world.
A fine poem! The title works well with it, especially "Aspirant" -- keep aspiring and keep writing!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, John--and rest assured, I shall keep aspiring/writing till I've expired. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely notion, and one I share ; not a hack but a true writer. Comfortable before the blank page.
ReplyDeleteComfortable. . . . . .but with stretches of uncomfortable silences in between. :)
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