Poetry old and new

Do I call myself a poet? The word “poet” conjures so much weight, responsibility and effort that I admire those who really are.  I like to write poetry. I enjoy the conservation of words and the unpredictability of elusive meaning.
It’s fun discerning differences in how I wrote long ago and how I write now. It’s interesting. Certain poems like Placepoem which I wrote in 1988 seem to me, now, to have been written by someone completely different; perhaps less tamed by life. I think I write better now but who’s objective enough to know? There is only opinion.
Maybe because I know my new self better than the old, I enjoy my later poems better.  I certainly enjoyed Placepoem when I wrote it or I wouldn’t have bothered.

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