Bad Poetry Gives Me Goosebumps

I was looking at the poems I wrote about a year ago, a lame attempt to write one, and as I read it, I had goosebumps.

Although it was a product of a thorough reading of two chapters of The Poet's Companion, a book introduced to me by Adelle, I came to ask myself: Did I really write those poems?

The book was inspiring. I'm the one who won't be inspired.

I looked for them because I want to put it here on my blog. But, never mind. It might become a laughing stock. I have to reread and rewrite it again so that it's worth the posting here.

Goosebumps!