One way that I figure I can work up my self-confidence about publishing is to try and publish a poem. One poem published would make me feel as I have never felt in my life.
Here are two that I've recently composed. Tell me what you think.
Rain
Early morning rain
Hastens sleepy desires
Pillow calls me back
Melting
From the eaves,
remnants of long removed ivy
are visible.
One slender icicle
d
a
n
g
l
e
s
from a stubbornly clingy vine
like a mobile.
The shimmering sun glistens through
its facets, beautifully destroying its form.
We, too, dangle and will succumb to
the formalities illuminated by the light.
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