So...I'm thinking of posting some poetry (old and new.) Fear grips me. What if somebody reads it? Would they see themselves in the lines? Would they imagine themselves the subject where they were not? It's funny how often people will, when confronted by the writings of someone they know personally, "locate" themselves in the art. Sometimes truly, and other times only "potentially." Poetry, for me, is like a journal. "Behold the tenderest leaves of me!" Should I bear them? I am unsure. Perhaps comments from you few readers will tell...