I keep thinking about the poet Norther Winslow in the small town called Spectre in the movie Big-Fish, who wrote the following amazing poem in 12 years.

The grass so green.

Skies so blue.

Spectre is really great!

But come on, there’re only three lines! Then he complained

This is why you don’t show work in progress.

If you keep learning the basics of abc and the ABC of xyz, you are a Spectre poet! 😆