Self-Measure
Wandering through my scribbled writings
I see scary glimpses of frayed patterns, repeated
And hollow display,
I acknowledge my weaknesses.
I’ve not the silver tongue of jeweled droppings.
Or the high IQ of the unscramble-able maze
Spewed out in angry spit
on stage of dusky theater
Or liberal hallways passage -
Packaged by designated minority.
Mine aren't the simple pure words of gifted child.
I just submit these syllables whether they
Are accepted, or not.
But if you like them, I would like that.
Open them up – at your own risk.
Author notes
This expresses my true feelings about my poetry,
when measured against the poets I admire.
A contest entry
- looking for new favorites by lively banter.
845 points, ended August 14, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is nice. The second stanza is definitely the best one. I enjoy the ending too. This was a pretty interesting poem. I like how you looked at your writing compared to your favorite poets. I think you should change the word stage to something else, the sound clashes with maze. Except for that everything else is pretty good. Thank you for entering. I might open you up
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I like this poem. Some great lines:
I’ve not the silver tongue of jeweled droppings.
Or the high IQ of the unscramble-able maze
Spewed out in angry spit
Well done and best of luck in the contest.
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