Monday, August 9, 2021

The Poet's Plight-Fight-Fright-Rite/Write

I cringe beneath the critic's eye
Yet crave honest un-flattery
Lest I should run ink-rivers dry
With shadows of half-poetry

I blush to feel them crush the page
Splattered with pieces of my heart
While learning to embrace the wage
As rejection finetunes the art

I laugh and weep, am lost, then found
Drawn from despair's unholy brink
Toward the Holy Parchment Ground
Of a blank page begging for ink

Janet Martin

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