Dec 2020
The human ego is as soft and dirigible
as a child's balloon.
The pride of a poet is no different.
Criticize him and suddenly a hole spilling hot air,
watch him zoom about
deflated, adrift.
as a child's balloon.
The pride of a poet is no different.
Criticize him and suddenly a hole spilling hot air,
watch him zoom about
deflated, adrift.
Please, can we stop bolstering poor work? Can we finally call a ***** a *****?
How are we to grow as poets (or as humans, for that matter) if we cannot give and accept criticism with grace and earnest appreciation?
If I write a bad poem, tell me, and I will try to improve.
I will do the same for you.
Let's have some respect for the art.
How are we to grow as poets (or as humans, for that matter) if we cannot give and accept criticism with grace and earnest appreciation?
If I write a bad poem, tell me, and I will try to improve.
I will do the same for you.
Let's have some respect for the art.
