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Poet's Angst

Fear not that critique whittles my will, Fear that lack of such may wilt my quill. Fear not a lonely path in the dark, Fear my pyro craft runs out of spark. Fear not golden age’s silent byplay, Fear that wondering mind goes astray. Fear not that I find I don't belong, Fear I won't find lyrics to my song. March 13, 2023

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Katharine L. Sparrow

Date: 3/21/2023 4:28:00 PM

The challenges that present themselves to us poets! Especially we who are older. A creative way to express a poet's struggle, almost as a metaphor for our life's struggles as well. Nicely done.

Margarita Lillico
Date: 3/21/2023 4:34:00 PM

Thank you! I wasn’t a poet when I was younger, was too busy except for fun rhymes in the far past. Perhaps those evolved:)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/15/2023 7:42:00 PM

I like the way you juxtaposed 'Fear not' and 'Fear.' And you nailed 'what to fear' every time. Smiles, Gershon

Jim Slaughter

Date: 3/14/2023 11:02:00 AM

Seems to me, Margarita, that your "quill" is in pretty good shape.

Margarita Lillico
Date: 3/14/2023 12:00:00 PM

Requires regular polishing:) Thank you!

Daniel Turner

Date: 3/13/2023 2:23:00 PM

From what I've read of your writings, I don't think you need to start worrying anytime soon, Maggie. I enjoyed reading about your writing fears. Hoping you are well.

Margarita Lillico
Date: 3/13/2023 2:47:00 PM

Not worried yet:) got my language faculty in present tense still!