Christine A Kysely Poet Rhyme

I Made An Effort

I had really tried to make an effort
To talk about the great unknown
To explain some of the mysteries of my life
To venture beyond my mind's place of home.

I had tried hard to do my very best
To communicate an explainable thought
To write something with some meaning
A poem of words is what I'd wrought.

But after you had read my words
You seem to think of me as shallow
You seem to think of me as someone else
Whose thinking is very narrow.

Nothing beyond the tangible
You seem to think of me as uneducated as a lark
Completely communicating nothing of worth
That I'd really missed my mark.

But who is the real loser here
Is it you or is it I
Is it I who tried to make an effort
Or is it you for criticizing me for my concerted try.

You, who chose to put my efforts down
To push them all aside
To put yourself on a higher plain
A plain where only 'real' poets reside.

I think myself the winner
For it is I who have truly grown
I have gone outside and beyond myself
I have ventured into the deep unknown.

And if I did truly miss my mark
If I truly tried and failed
I am sure my God will understand
My sincerest efforts to him are known.


*This poem is dedicated to all of those who try to write anything and whose efforts 
would be cut down by those who do not care about the sincerity of their efforts.

(January 8, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,

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Thomas Mansfield August 17, 2014 at 3:43 PM This is lovely Christine and so portrays the angst that people feel, when they have done their best and someone on a "more educated and enlightened plane" cut them down. This happens in all walks of life, not just poetry. I was once talking to a wine connoisseur and I asked him what constituted a good wine. He stuck out his tongue and touched it. "THAT" he said gently. Write for YOU. Write for those who appreciate the effort. For the poetry is in the feeling. Thank you for sharing with us.

Jimmy Anderson January 8, 2011 at 8:27 PM Very nice poem...Jimmy

Michael J. Falotico January 8, 2011 at 10:45 AM If you are writing from your heart, your my dear friend are already a Poet (writer) .... Write for you and anyones opinion is just that , there opinion... always Michael

Dave Mcginn January 8, 2011 at 10:01 AM I find myself with list of words forming poems explaining why I write all the time. Your deff not alone and deff winning just by expressing your self. Dont stop and try not to worrie about those who lack the reasoning to understand to see your talent as I do - Dave#13