The One
Art is subjective.
Critics are selective.
I want to be that person.
But not one whose poems are cliches rehearsing.
The one whose poems are more than just rhymes
The one whose poems are more than just lines.
The one who writes about the rays of a sunset
The one who writes of how much they have regret.
But I find myself constantly needing to rhyme.
And my poems not taking much time.
To write I mean of course.
And i just can't figure out the source.
My poems just flow out of me so adolescently.
It makes me fear that that is all people will see.
Adolescence and cliche filled lines.
Maybe these are the signs.
To give up on a little dream.
To no longer let these poems be more than they seem.
Copyright © Janet Freeman | Year Posted 2018
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