[S]everal things dovetailed in my mind, & at once it struck me, what quality went to form a Man of Achievement especially in Literature & which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is when man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact & reason — Keats
Doubt of a room of poets
Doubt of abandoning the poem
Doubt of not sending out
Doubt of the disastrous reading
Doubt of your best work
Doubt of no one noticing
Doubt of picking up the pen
Doubt of the kitchen table
Doubt of not writing
Doubt of The Group
Doubt of silence
Doubt of your first book
Doubt when your friend wins a prize
Talent of Doubt
Faith vs Doubt vs Faith vs Doubt vs Faith
Making friends with the Doubt
Doubt of putting it all in then taking it all out again then putting it back in
Commas: Doubts…
Then doubt of Everything You Have Written
The car not starting is a kind of doubt
I bet Kenneth Koch knew Doubt
The Party Of Doubt
Doubt of my sleepless nights
Doubt of the reading that goes well
Doubt of sending out
The Anthology of Doubt
Cat of Doubt, Dog of Doubt, Monkey of Doubt
Doubt of your enemies
Doubt of your last book
Falling out with the Doubt
Doubt of knowing when to stop the
Facebook. Doubt,
Underneath the kitchen table also contains doubt
The Doubt that no one talks about
Doubt of your library frowning down at you
Death of Doubt
Doubt of no one noticing
It is Spring / but inside it is Doubt
Doubt, doubter, doubtfulness, doubting, doubters, doubted, doubtful, doubts, undoubtedly
(and outside the rain)
Doubt of which fountain pen today
nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
Your children’s doubt
Doubt of forgetting your own name
Doubt of carrying on anyway
Anthony Wilson 
Lovely. Captures the human condition, particularly the older human (I think I have a couple of years on you). I recently came across some interesting work on emotion and ageing by Laura Carstensen, examining the phenomenon that older people seem to be happier on average. Her research suggested that emotions become more complex as we get older: even happiness may have a bittersweet flavour, while sadness is tempered by the knowledge that it will probably pass. You poem has a whiff of that.
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Watcha Charlie
I did not know that research. I will need to pursue it.
I agree about the happiness/sadness/sweetness though. My experience exactly.
And I’m so pleased you thought it was a poem. I suppose it is. It is second nature now to leave lots of white space, so that is how they come out (it is after Raymond Carver’s ‘Fear’ by the way). XX and love, A
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We need a little bit of doubt, but too much stops us from doing anything. Adults tend sometimes to doubt too much and end up stuck. I think there is a fine line between jumping into any kind of project and pondering too much. Nice reflection, Anthony, on a common human condition trait.
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