I like the hesitancy with which she answers; any poet worth salt feels humbled by the craft but beauty, for the most part, is truly in the eye of the beholder. Different strokes for different folks. We simply grasp at those spinning thoughts like motes of dust in morning sunshine and try to realize them onto the paper or the computer screen. This held a relative theme for me; aspiring to my worth as a poet in the judgment of others.
Eye tttold her eye ddidnn't stttuutter . . . so I stopped and kissed the wind. Now I am lookkking 2find eh corner . . . (the end of your poem opened doors)
no it is fun and i can relate.. people ask me a lot when i am writing in notebooks what i am writing .. poetry .. they usually laugh.
i like it Cat
"Do excuse
tend to amuse
it’s a trait
they say
I think"
it is minimalistic yes, and it is wonderful, writing poetry is exactly the way you wrote it in this poem, such a tender plant poem is.. in the moment of its birth... great piece, Cat and 100p
I always tend to stumble when I have to admit to my poetry, with those outside people, of course, the kind folks here don't pay any attention to it . . .
I like it. I felt like I was flying. Until his voice broke in, then I felt myself stumble. That's good stuff.
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