Post by grouchmuffin on Oct 30, 2004 1:49:08 GMT -5
I have loved the poetry that has been posted here. Yet, I don't feel qualified to critique. I think...this is because I don't consider myself a poet. I'm a writer-and I think I'm a good writer, don't get me wrong. But, poet? I haven't dared stretch myself so far as to believe I'm a poet yet. I love poetry. I love to read it. Nearly EVERYTHING sounds good to me. Nearly everything moves me to some extent.
I've been writing poetry since I was in kindergarten. (The first title of the first poem I remember was "My Dead Cat Snowball"--kinda foreshadows my dark tendencies, eh?!) But--I always considered poetry as the fun stuff, and never as a serious endeavor. Now that I am starting to consider poetry as a serious endeavor, I am scared shitless (my apologies to the politically correct) and I don't know what to do with myself. I am trying to collect poetry for an anthology called Inner Gold--for survivors & thrivers of abuse. But, in November, I'm doing NANOWRIMO, which is a pledge to write a 50K novel in November. I'm also doing this for survivors & thrivers of abuse. And, this is what I've always wanted to do...so, my poetry sits on the backburner as usual. The members of my writers' group keep telling me I'm a poet too. How many people need to tell me before I believe it? Anyone else fall into this trap? My hubby calls it fear of success. I think it is just FEAR-not of any particular sort.
Anyway, if your poetry has not been critiqued by me...it is not you. It is me. I'm just not feeling worthy of standing in judgment of someone else's heart & soul.
Eternally yours, grouchy
I've been writing poetry since I was in kindergarten. (The first title of the first poem I remember was "My Dead Cat Snowball"--kinda foreshadows my dark tendencies, eh?!) But--I always considered poetry as the fun stuff, and never as a serious endeavor. Now that I am starting to consider poetry as a serious endeavor, I am scared shitless (my apologies to the politically correct) and I don't know what to do with myself. I am trying to collect poetry for an anthology called Inner Gold--for survivors & thrivers of abuse. But, in November, I'm doing NANOWRIMO, which is a pledge to write a 50K novel in November. I'm also doing this for survivors & thrivers of abuse. And, this is what I've always wanted to do...so, my poetry sits on the backburner as usual. The members of my writers' group keep telling me I'm a poet too. How many people need to tell me before I believe it? Anyone else fall into this trap? My hubby calls it fear of success. I think it is just FEAR-not of any particular sort.
Anyway, if your poetry has not been critiqued by me...it is not you. It is me. I'm just not feeling worthy of standing in judgment of someone else's heart & soul.
Eternally yours, grouchy