Each month, I post one of my best poems exclusively to my poetry patrons in Patreon. Among other benefits (more details here), they get the poem 90 days before it is released to the rest of the world.
Today is release day for this poem first written and posted three months ago. It’s a poem about a particular poetry critic (hence the picture of critic Anton Ego, from the Disney movie Ratatouille.)
A Rhyming Poem about Rhyming Poems
I wrote me a poem, a self-searching poem, that gave voice to a personal need, and sent it off out for a digital roam to those readers who know how to read beyond the surface of internet bytes, judgments and chattering sounds. Those seekers of words that engender insights, who haven’t cast soul out of bounds. Those who know how to love like a poet. A critic picked up the verse for review for dissection by cognitive knife. Found a flurry of flaws, not least--in his view-- a credulous, love-take on life. But standpoint and word choice (bad as they were), were not yet the worst of its crimes. No. Displaying the hallmark of menial verse, it had (shudder!) the insolence to... rhyme. He chewed up the work, and spat it back out with spittle-laced denouncements of style. Hawked it back at my feet, with a triumphant shout. An undigested glob, slathered in bile. I put my arms round my dear little poem prescribed a bath, a hot meal, and a sleep. We huddled together, lamented the troll, then turned back to our readers, with relief. Those who know how to love like a poet. For it takes a good reader to make a good poem those who listen, and get what you do. It's towards them I bow when I kindle my pen But dear critic, this one's for you. Come on, let yourself love like a poet.
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