This is the first day that I have really felt the poem not working. Not working at all. I’m not sure what happened, but I definitely didn’t feel the spark today.
Rachel’s Day 18 Poem: To My Eight-Year-Old Son Who Hates Poetry
Someone Else’s Poem: Beth Ann Fennelly’s “Because People Ask What My Daughter Will Think of My Poems When She’s 16”
Ah well. Tomorrow is another day.
Oh, there are many parts of this that work really well. It needs some time and a distanced eye, perhaps, some polishing.