Heart Of A Poet (But Not The Talent)I would not go so far as to convey to the world that I am a poet but I'm certainly a kindred soul of sorts in spirit. You see, I do write poetry, however, my poems are simply not up to snuff. They lack the ease, distinction and eloquence that real poets possess. This unpleasant fact does not keep me from writing but I've given up all my hopes of having my poetry published. It's rather ironic that I experience life in poetry rather than prose but I am noticeably better at penning stories than I ever was at putting the innermost workings of my heart to paper. I've even had a few stories published. So, please forgive me if I rub elbows for awhile as an unfortunate psudeo-poetess who only hopes that while she lingers here, some of the talent of others rubs off on her.
ForgottenMuse 31-35, F 4 Responses 2 Dec 21, 2011