How do I need a poetry workshop?
A number of ways, the top I’ll convey.
Before launching my work, public foray,
as poet I should know my craft, fullstop.
Or else painful scenes with wicked wallop:
Like when sharing my poems with an, just say
“old friend,” he scanned, to my growing dismay,
without pausing, lickety-quick, clip clop,
lines of my blurts racing over the page
as if they were taut beats of horses hooves
instead of a soulhoe tilling home grooves.
His prowess ignited enduring rage
I’ve come here to quench, dry, thirsting, to learn
to spy for myself what adepts discern.
Remedial Counting
October 2, 2014 by
