2005 was a bad year for poetry…

Doing my annual round-up of poetry that deserves to make it out of the vaults and onto my poetry page.

Apart from the Min­strels and Mis­chief cycle which I am inor­din­ately pleased with, there’s very little that makes the cut in the last two years. One of the two poems about my grand­father’s death in late 2004 makes it, as does the formal pan­toum about my grand­mother. I’m toying with allow­ing the poem I wrote about the London bomb­ing through and a rewrite of a 1998 poem about a café in Den Haag.

Other than those four, 2005 was filled with a bunch of shock­ing poetry about Matt using phys­ics meta­phors (oh, I *cannot* believe I actu­ally sent some of it to him), and some mediocre stuff about winter and quo­tidian obser­va­tions. I have so much edit­ing work ahead of me if I want to sal­vage any of it. I’m so glad the Min­strels stuff is good or I would have thought I’d lost any talent for this writ­ing lark at all…

Here’s to 2006 provid­ing more inspir­a­tion and better technique!