I love the feeling of finishing the poem. when I finally get that title right, find the right image, and the ending clicks-closed.
As I’ve started timidly sending out my second collection (or, honestly, just really thinking and thinking on sending it out), I’ve felt like it is another rose petal to throw into the grand canyon, what difference does it make really?
then I write my first poem in four months or so and the first thing I really want is someone to read it. because poetry is communication and should be read. I want someone to read it and say “oh, me too. I feel like that too”.
But I hardly ever have someone read a poem when it is fresh-written and by the time it is published (if ever) and put in a journal and linked online, that I-just-wrote-this feeling is past and I’m onto something else, maybe an entirely different book and direction of poems.
If you’d like to read some fresh-written poem-drafts let me know in the comments. I’d be happy to email them to you just to feel like a real-live person (besides an editor—are those real people?) is reading them (no critiques, compliments or responses required).