by cricketjeff on December 26, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
That isn’t the reason they’re here.
You tell them “I liked it”, they swoon with delight
That’s all that they’re wanting I fear;
But there are a few who’d move Heaven and Earth
To write down a poem of genuine worth.
I didn’t believe when I came on this site
That writing could matter to me,
I’d penned a few verses and thought them “all right”
More doggerel than true poetry.
But then I encountered some talented folk
And something long hidden inside me awoke.
I read all their writing I strove to find more,
So much I did not understand.
The best of the bunch knocked me down on the floor,
Till one or two took me in hand.
I thought what I loved in the poems I read
And listened to voices I heard in my head.
Remembered the rules they had taught me in school
And dug out some books from my loft.
Some poets who read me said “you’re not a fool”,
Though maybe their brains had gone soft.
I badgered a few of you day after day
And some didn’t tell me to “just go away”.
I analysed meter and listened to rhyme,
I mimicked the styles of the great,
I begged them to criticise time after time,
I worked myself into a state.
Now maybe I’ve written a verse worth a read
And hope that in time I shall get up to speed.
I’ve even tried teaching (I think I’ve a cheek!),
I hope that my help’s not a curse.
A few say my words have improved their technique
And no-one says I’ve made them worse.
Now since this is written on AllPoetry
Please read it and comment with blunt honesty!