A Poet Views, Critic Reviews
Fragrance of words I’m, who are you?
Romance of lines brought in from blue,
Make words dance in rhythm,
Cut out noise in freedom,
A poet asked: so, what’s your view?
I wield a sword vibrant of hue,
A species that poems review,
A slayer called critic,
I tick ye off, one tic,
I work in ways you’ve not a clue.
This is how a poet might view,
But critic would contest and sue:
I keep pens pry, whetted,
That, words are well-vetted,
Unless I rate, whither will you!
__________________________________
Tongue-in-cheek |29.12.2020|
Topic: poets, critics
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
