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