CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

 

 

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

 

S/he thought s/he was a poet,

the material so profound,

for who employs such brilliant rhyme

to exalt the lowly lost and found?

 

Lost love and sadness s/he exalted

like long sermons at the church.

Fame grew on the website

others dared not besmirch.

 

The feedback always animated,

the ego began to swell;

no room for constructive criticism;

that can go to hell.

 

S/he reread the poetry,

and could never find a fault;

now hubris did take over

executing a splendid vault.

 

When suggestions dared appear,

it antagonized the gruff King Lear;

writing in such fine free expression

should not lead to anyone’s depression.

 

And s/he concluded that style

was arbitrary and therefore sacrosanct,

not subject to any rules,

redundancy nor rank.

 

Someone one day asked -

don’t you ever want to improve?

S/he shunned the interrogation

with - not when I’m in this lovely groove.

 

Alas, s/he scribbles on and on

in blissful ignorance

unaware of mercurial laughter

from all the dissidents.

 

 

  

 

 

Reviews

[JE Falcon]

"C'est la vie said the old folks

[Mike Keenan]

plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose

[JE Falcon]

Continuez à vous dire que c’est absurde.