melissaahowells
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I've noticed you
yes, I have...you stick out like a sore thumb. You like to cherry pick my shortest poems. Sum me up in a single word such as... "Nice." Think I heard Spicolli in Fast Times At Ridgemont High mumble more ebulliently to Mr. Hand. You invest so much emotional energy, imagination into your own finely crafted poetic creation. But appear to have no opinions, ability to analyze, or perhaps you've lost your voice? Or do I mis-comprehend? You'd text more on your cell phones. I think you can do much better, yes, you can. So... Come on, show me WHO you really are. If you really know yourself? And share, give up more than a single motley word when summing up the works of your hard-working poetic peers, those who are not yourself. Not used to being confronted? This is merely an observation, chin up, its not pointing and jeers. I'm merely saying directly to you: "Would you wish this behavior hoisted upon yourself, in your ears?" My challenge: Show that you are worthy. Become a part of the community dialog. Take up the thread of true independent, analytical thought. Why not take up your end and begin to start things off? (Or risk being considered Insincere, or perhaps, simply put, a Feedback Hog.) * Thank You, those of you who do take the time to give thoughtful helpful criticism. This poem is not for you. You know who you are.(You ARE truly appreciated!!!) Sometimes....things must be stated openly. This is necessary to clear out all the cobwebs of misunderstanding. * I don't give one word feedbacks. Think about the disservice you do to yourself in doing so. Copyright January 10, 2013 All Rights Reserved by this Author Melissa A Howells////Meloo t/// Site: Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem |
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