or, how I've managed to write some poetry

Over the last 2 years, I've discovered a love for poetry. Some of it has stemmed from my love of songwriters and how music has an impact of my emotions and I want to give back and hopefully give other people that impact. I've written poems previously and have tried publishing them, but I never kept them up for long, the fear that they weren't good, they were embarrassing topics or that I simply shouldn't be doing it due to the fact I wasn't practiced in poetic techniques all ran rampant through my mind. I've finally made a conscious decision that the only way out is through. That means publishing, publishing, publishing. Rubbish poetry, blog posts and anything else I can think of that can help build confidence and bring me along. Here's the first poem I've written in a long while and it's based on a marker pen I have on my desk: Loosely held black marker pen pressure builds upstream as the ink starts to rise and the sponge tip absorbs, absorbs, absorbs— a river bank, full to burst a…