Judging One's Own Work
The days are sleeping
And the air takes a nap beside me
It is not so much the heat that taxes
but,
the energy that keeps being written
from my hand
Poems can be songs
or stories from the weary pen
Confusion still creeping near
It is hard to define their meaning,I fear
For every word in my vocabulary
to be put into a sentence
More and every so often
over-indulgence gets the better half
of my word scheme
Am I the only one to fairly critique-
family and friends do complimentary speak?
This ability of mine
to connect using rhyme
can be straight forward or juvenile
Others may be more gifted in wordplay
Accept their work with a handshake and THANK YOU
Some,however,such as myself
can harshly judge if his poems are beneath merit
In the final analysis,though
It is the reader or audience who
have the right to like or dismiss any,and as often..
the POEM AND THE POET
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.
