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Critique verses criticism

Updated on March 20, 2012
Feedback,
A poet strive for perfection
Someday his work will become a worldly reflection
Of whom he is
With each line he procrastinate,

With each verse,
Reaction, pro action and anticipation
To the point
Of debating or reconstructing his latest
Despite receiving favorable reviews

Should I read it out loud?
Or should I let it simmer
And invited samplers to sample my work
Too many mind and voices
Can be influential

Unlike a Sunday buffet his poem
Is not the main course?

His work is his ode
So he becomes a prolific composer.

Author note:
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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      A writers inner soul painted here!

      A work of art indeed!

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      Annie 5 years ago from NewYork

      Thank you for the feedback Cyndi10

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      Cynthia B Turner 5 years ago from Georgia

      Hi, It kind of says what we are about as writers. We want that feedback, are afraid of what it might be, so we have this internal debate, much like your last quote. Well done.

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      Justin W Price 5 years ago from Juneau, Alaska

      Brilliant! UP and shared. I'm with Frank. I love the cadence and language in that first stanza especially!

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      Annie 5 years ago from NewYork

      Thank you Frank. for commenting,

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      This was a very good read and I love the first entry..:

      Feedback,

      A poet strive for perfection

      Someday his work will become a worldly reflection

      Of whom he is

      With each line he procrastinate,