The
odd comment on a typo may be spurt,
but to grade their work would be berserk.
They should not seek critique in poems that
are neither weak nor bleak but utterly unique.
Who am I to tear the rug from beneath the feet
of those above in skill and words and talking love?
They juggle wit and declare pain and drag me through their suffering;
play songs and dance within the rain and help me to go wondering,
within my mind, and pondering the great divine.
To tell them to change a phrase or strike a word
is simply lunacy and quite absurd.
So instead I give them just desserts
and offer courts of praise and flirty words.
by Jody Pratt
Words In Motion 2014
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