Poem: Standing Away

Sometimes poetry flows and then at other times, the work is in not working.

Standing Away

I’ve been writing hard, but not the thing
Poetry, for a change, a breath that’s not its breath
Not that I’m stuck or tired or run out or pissed,
just need to stand away a while,
write letters

It goes in hunks and now is not a hunk
Spinning and running, taking me places
I didn’t think I’d go and maybe shouldn’t
But there it is, running and I’m out of breath
Taking time for guilt with no guilt

Sometimes the work is in not working
That’s not my line, but I love it so
in a couple of years, I’ll forget
and claim it as my own
and believe it
Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman's
poetry collection


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