On Catharsis in brief

I am not going to finish posting all thirty-one poems from my project (and some of you may be relieved- I understand that the quality of some of them is not quite that good). I was finding it very helpful to post them (even the horribly bad ones), but I have recently been led to believe that it may have helped cause some confusion. People who do not write poetry (and now we are making no reference to whether or not your poetry is good or bad) are often surprised by what and when poets write- and they often fail to understand the major cathartic effect that writing (and even showing to others) has. As much as I hate to give up a means to making myself feel better (and I am so selfish sometimes), I will have to put that aside for awhile in the interest of others. I am not interested (in this particular case) in confusing or hurting anyone by writing. Why they would be reading my blog is a whole other question that there is no real need to go into.

I hope this precautionary measure is overkill and needless. I would like to think that nothing I wrote here would really be all that... well, let's just say I am happy stopping the postings knowing that I might not really need to stop the postings (just in case, as it were). So bid Memories of Holden Ln goodbye. I will probably not delete the ones already posted unless there is a direct request, but we'll see how my spirit goes. If anyone actually likes these and wants to read more- let me know and I will e-mail you some more of them. There is a whole world of pain from loss out there. Sometimes it helps to read what others expressed when they went through a loss themselves. Cheers.