Just a little something on the self-doubt issue.


Hesitancy

Crafting lines, maybe ill conceived
as though conception in itself
is ever ill,
but it may bark, instead of sigh

All this shit impedes and no
time now for impediment
Hunting words or waterfowl
it’s either in or out
Four yards at thirty

Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

THE SMELL OF TWEED
AND TOBACCO

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