The long, dark teatime of the coward

In reading this post on wch’s blog, the possibility of fire: fear, I realized something unpleasant about myself.

I write poetry out of fear.

I fear being forgotten. I fear being left behind. I fear losing what skill I’ve got, what friends I’ve got, what reputation I’ve got.

What a lowering way to begin the new year. Happy 2006.

3 thoughts on “The long, dark teatime of the coward”

Gern Blanston says:

January 1, 2006 at 3:17 pm

looks like you can use some cheering up! Read my blog. Fer sure it might be good reading if you need something to read fer sure.

http://askgernblanston.blogspot.com/

Thanks
KristieSue says:

January 1, 2006 at 10:18 pm

Cheer up! At least you realized this and now you can focus on getting rid of your fears 😉
wch says:

January 1, 2006 at 11:20 pm

we write from fear, from hunger, from desire and longing and from joy. these are what make us human. the only way that fear overtakes us is when we allow ourselves to be afraid of our fear. if you are writing poetry of fear, be completely afraid and then it will be completely your poem. there is no cowardice in that.