for the first time ever, i have penned an ironic poem.
i go through phases of loving my work and thinking it is the best i could have done, then glaring at it and thinking 'why won't you sound like carol ann duffy? everyone likes carol ann duffy, even though her style and mine are different.' today i decided i would break myself out of that poetic dismay and write an ironic poem about poetry.
this is not about me. i would never write 'the sky is blue.' it is never blue in england.