Do You Think


Do You Think

Do you like what I have written
Do you like the written word?
Do you think you could do better?
Do you think that itís absurd?

Have I gone too far
Or not nearly far enough?
Is it better structured
Or simply off-the-cuff?

Should I write a stanza
Or possibly an ode
Do you prefer classical
Or in the modern mode?

Should there be another line
Or should there be one less
If I made these two lines rhyme
Would you be impressed?

If I trust in your opinion
Instead of trusting mine
Perhaps instead of average
My verse would be sublime?

Of course the problem there would be
In asking for your take
That fostering a critic

Does not the poet make.

© Marion Grace Woolley 2011

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Do you like what I have written

Do you like the written word?

Do you think you could do better?

Do you think that itís absurd?

Have I gone too far

Or not nearly far enough?

Is it better structured

Or simply off-the-cuff?

Should I write a stanza

Or possibly an ode

Do you prefer classical

Or in the modern mode?

Should there be another line

Or should there be one less

If I made these two lines rhyme

Would you be impressed?

If I trust in your opinion

Instead of trusting mine

Perhaps instead of average

My verse would be sublime?

Of course the problem there would be

In asking for your take

That fostering a critic

Does not the poet make.


Paper Gods

In books on shelves my gods are stacked,

In sentences, words and lines,

On every page is sanctity wrote

Encased: the antiquity of time.

My helpful gods and Celtic heroes

Fill the highest shelves,

Whilst down below I keep the beasts,

Fomorii, goblins, elves.

I could not break the pristine covers,

To preserve them, none are read.

So although these books are weighed with knowledge,

Thereís nothing in my head.