The Critique

Are you our sort of writer? Do you write Stories or poems Memoirs or nonfiction Or some other form? Blank pages wait for something new, do you Put something on it before you walk away? Stop waiting. Open your notebook, Empty, empty, do you need a pen Click it and write A passage or metaphor And with it Will you marry your thoughts It is your destiny. To rest your eyes you’ll see Something with your mind You’ll take stock of your life And leave your heart naked Do you want a disguise- Rouge and bright Will you marry your lines Will they shatter or fade with the sun Will they weaken with the passage of time Others remember you by. Now your muse is weary I have an answer for that. Come on friend, sit at the table And see what you make of that. Your thoughts will be silver Your words framed in gold. A shimmering life if you look Images for the heart It will sing to you. It works, even if just a little Your story has a hole, a ghost to tell Behind your eye, you have an image It’s your time to shine Will you marry your lines? Thanks to Sylvia Path for her great works. My poem is based on her piece, titled “The Applicant.”