Dismal Scientist

The problem with critiques and their lack of interaction as opposed to observation

I held the poem to the light
to count its ribs, map its organs
and classify the correct species.

I placed it on a puddle
to measure its buoyancy
and time how long it took to sink.

I let it scurry in the wet yard
so I could measure its stride
as it returned to its cage.

I held it between thumb and forefinger
and exhaled with detachment to
observe the three dimensions I knew.

Once satisfied, I dropped it back
Into the shoebox of faceless numbers

To sit on its miracles and sigh.

Reviews

[Woja]

Wow we all rip apart our own work it's how I feel when I look at my work. Well written

[..]

...different than what I usually good, but different is good. Nice job!

[Daytonight]

Well penned. I love the use of the triplets. Keep up the great work!

[ImagineItAll]

I find this kind of brilliant. I love the way you treated the poem, inspecting it in every possible way. It's kind of funny too, like comparing something you can't measure scientifically and holding it up to scientific standards. This is an official favorite of mine.

[deedeekm]

oh my....
beautifully crafted poet...I felt such a kinship with this piece. I have found a new favorite :)

[stars are far]

nice write
good work
i loved this