Honest Comments

I read the comments others make, On poem I cannot understand It makes no sense at all to me. They call it fine and great and grand. I read the comments on more poems And find consistent patterns there. One writer sends the self same words On every poem chosen to share. And then I read my own comments And feel a little bit of shame. They're meek and mild, innocuous. I realize I've played the game. What is the use of comments, if We can't express an honest thought? Why are some poets protective of Each simple word their pen has wrought? If you like a poem I have penned, Kind comments would surely ease me. If you detest it, don't comment and Say it's wonderful to please me. There is no measurement to use To judge if what we write is fine. Honest appraisal is the way To tell me what you think of mine.