Conundrum
I know all poets have something they are trying to say.
Sometimes what we write is terrific..sometimes not.
"He" wrote about desperate longings and I felt his pain,
but the form was wrong, the spelling terrible and a lot
of it made no sense.
So, as the coward that I am..I decided to just move on..not
wanting to criticize and spoil the moment for him.
And yet..how does one improve if unable to give and
accept constructive criticism? Never wanting to hurt,
but afraid that I would . I said nothing.
Its a conundrum, that's for sure.
For HG"s contest..
Not sure if this is what he wants..hope so.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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