So we write to be published, right? Erm… sometimes. I submitted three poems today to a journal a dear friend recommended, and it hurt to let them go. What’s wrong with me?
I have heard you need to kill your darlings or something similar, meaning don’t hold on to the art… share it. I have to believe I will write more, I will write poems as good or better.
Yet I’m not sure I believe that, and I remember why I wrote each poem.
So I sent three poems I believe are good as poems, but that didn’t punch me to let go.
I’ve never felt this way about fiction or nonfiction; perhaps it’s the compressed nature of poetry that packs this type of punch?
We shall see; I read many poems in this journal, and they are good! I would be lucky to be included.
Do you ever feel “too close” to something you have written or created?