Another Poem About Poeting

The following poem is from The Best American Poetry Blog. The whole post is good, but I'm enamored with the last line of this Brenda Shaughnessy poem. I've certainly been there.

A Poet’s Poem

If it takes me all day,

I will get the word freshened out of this poem.

I put it in the first line, then moved it to the second,

and now it won’t come out.

It’s stuck. I’m so frustrated,

so I went out to my little porch all covered in snow

and watched the icicles drip, as I smoked

a cigarette.

Finally I reached up and broke a big, clear spike

off the roof with my bare hand.

And used it to write a word in the snow.

I wrote the word snow.

I can’t stand myself.