Oh to be trending with
Praise never ending
For poems I’ve shared on this site.
Likes and reposts give me
Reason to boast -
Justify staying up through the night.
Notifications are
Cause for elation;
The judges DO like what I write!
But a poem too plain
Causes heartache and pain, and
Is often my poor poet’s plight.
No comments, no hearts,
Silence tears me apart
As the view numbers start to get high.
Doesn’t anyone care?
Is it cause for despair?
Don’t they know how hard that I try?
And who really can blame us?
Our desire to be famous
Is a standard set forth at our birth.
Though it’s narcissistic,
We allow some statistics
To define the extent of our worth.
When I group words together
My soul is the tether;
I am sharing a part of myself.
The peril I fear
Is that no one will hear
As the words gather dust on a shelf.
So when the words are ‘bout right
I choose to quit for the night,
Add some tags, then I hit save and send,
‘Cuz when all’s said and done
We’re just writing for fun,
Who cares if the **** thing will trend!
PwL March, 2015
Thank you to all who read what I post!!!! ;-)
