The Critic


This is the first time I have EVER shared any of my poetry… Nerve racking, but I’m trying to be brave!

The Critic

Animated articulation

Story on story, breath after breath.

But hindsight only brings regret

Why do I so easily disappoint

The anointed critic hailed as king,

Never satisfied with anything?

Turning inward to the pit of shame

Time to play the blaming game

But the list runs short,

Only I am left

And squint in the light

That is ready to dissect.

But instead of a surgeons scalpel

A blunt hammer hits the nail on the head

And gone is the light.

The fight hidden from view

To ensue from within.

Becoming Ordinary: Day 13

Letting go of perfect, one day at a time!!!


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