Poem: Entropy

Here is one of my favorite poems from the thousands I’ve written (most of which are ludicrously poor). I’d guess that about 90% of poets have written a piece called “Entropy,” and I’m not one of the exceptions.

It was published in a great online zine , no longer active, called Lily Lit Review. However, the editor, Susan Culver, runs a blog called Poetry Friends (poetryfriends.blogspot.com), and is taking submissions. Send your very best. She has a discerning mind and only publishes the most evocative work, which is most rare and hard to come by.

I don’t know her personally, but I’d like to give her a big HOOT for doing so much for the poetry community for so many years. Go to Poetry Friends or Lily Lit Review and you’ll see what I mean.

Poesis est vinum daemonum.

OWL

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Entropy

they say my thoughts are losing heat,
that the effort to write
wastes the bulk of my soul.

long before brain cells die
i will have lost my skill
at forming impressions.

every poem
destroys a potential
to write many more—
it comes down
to inevitable failures
of heart engine and ache.

nor can i become again
what i was,
or collect the years of emotion
babbled away or cried—

they cannot be reforged
into sweeter karma,
or distilled into another
naïve seed.