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First Drafts

by Glenn Currier

The first draft is fun.
The exuberance and satisfaction
of seeing thoughts
drift into the open sea.

Yet, its aborning moment
emerges from wading
a chaotic swamp
pooled in shadowy regions
teeming with microbes
that dance and swim
in the viscous liquid of creativity.

The joy in the first draft
swells knowing that a second draft
or a third or thirty-third
are possible futures.

How awesome and sobering the burden
for a new President
knowing that on his first drafts
depend the wholeness of a nation.

11/11/2008

Author's Note: Dedicated to our new President.

Posted on 11/11/2008
Copyright © 2022 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/11/08 at 05:20 PM

Well done Glenn. Time will tell. We hope for the best....CharMin

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/11/08 at 07:47 PM

A neat analogy! Praying that God will give wisdom (that it will be sought). It is a time of great uncertainty. Expectations may be far to much and too high for any human!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/11/08 at 08:52 PM

Well spoken sir, though I might add that the whole world's wholeness to a certain degree also depends on that first draft.

Posted by George Hoerner on 11/11/08 at 10:28 PM

I wish him well in more ways than one. The survival of democracy as we know it may be in the hands of DC at this point. But every President is a 'wip' and some never get it.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/12/08 at 01:36 AM

Politically, this is great and I like this analogy a lot. Personally, stanza 2 makes me want to take my brain through a car wash and get that swamp cleaned out!!

Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 11/12/08 at 06:09 AM

I think we all need to sharpen our pencils and pitch in! One man can't do it alone...MFS

Posted by George Hoerner on 07/17/09 at 01:01 AM

I just hope he gets re-elected and has a chance to write many drafts!

Posted by JJ Johnson on 07/02/11 at 10:16 PM

I like this from beginning to end, but esspecially the final stanza. I can only imagine to write something so important and dream of a poem that will stand the test of time and critics. This reminded me that I had recently updated several of my older poems for publication and realized that they have felt the final draft. Now and forever sealed beneath the gravestone of a book cover, they rise or fall on the eyes of the reader. Excellent poem that evokes a writers passion. jj

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