As the poems go into the thousands
you realize that you’ve created very little.
It comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
Leaving this will be easier than living it,
typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
and the worst,
far too much.
C. H. Bukowski has always inspired me.
It was time to share another of his poems that I totally love.
But don’t write poetry and
So you want to be a writer? are my top favorites.
What did you think of the poem?
Who are your favorite poets?
Come on, let’s hear all about them.