we have all been to poetry workshops-
sometimes the criticism is so toxic
it freezes the warm arts of creators
They sink,exhausted to the floor of Despair
never to make more.i have learned
when folk ask me"what do you think of my poetry?"
to respond that i only have energies to love what is
and be grateful for what may be. Little fish
need not fear TITANIC icebergs-
but we are always at risk from brinicles...
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