The Writer Working Hard

The Writer Working Hard

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

This morning I put the apostrophe in
and this afternoon I took it out.
Oscar Wilde's comic wit
about the writer working hard.

Revision has lately become the sign
of seriousness, as in I revise
some poems a hundred times, 
maybe more. A word of praise here, 

a critical word there.
Before that there was the debate
if poems not stitched with end-sounds
were playing tennis without a net.

Late summer, August, hot, but
chickadees forming platoons.
Three months until the snow flies, 
sure as the June my father died.

© 2015 Robert Ronnow

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Added on December 25, 2014
Last Updated on January 3, 2015
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