I don’t want to be adored
I just don’t want to be ignored.
Sometimes we (poets) have to realise that the poem we intend to write doesn’t always turn out the way we wanted. I have filed away the rest of this poem for future reference, it wasn’t going anywhere but I’m sure when I am doing something completely abstract in the middle of the next week I will plunder the remains to forge another modern Promethean but not as good.
© Copyright D. Archer October 2011