Poets need to find a way
past their watchdogs
you know the ones--
the mouthy mutts who yap
in your mind's ear as you write
not good enough
you have captured nothing but dust motes
you need to take a nap
a powder
a long walk off a short pier
this is not good enough
you're not good enough
to be spending your time scratching
on this page
leave the scratching to us
we're dogs and we're good at it
Poets need to build strong kennels
with dog runs constructed
away from their hearts
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Having "not been good enough" all my life, I love this poem! It speaks to me.
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