thank the maker who knew
that we did not require a 
trained eye to love, appreciate 
the reading of a poem

no the **un**trained eye still 
leads the words for dispersal 
to the other senses to ingest,
invest, instigate the insight 
insides, to be moved by the
gifts of piety of poets, whose 
eye see the life poetic and
command any all words
to train us to better understand 
what it is
how it is
why it it
where it is
feelings word flowers
of that which is undeniably 
essential

The Untrained Eye

My works feel
Sloppy
Untrained
Sub-par
Like I'm using my non-dominant hand