A Writer's Best Friend - The first poem I have ever submitted for criticism.
They stare down from my shelf
Half filled with myself,
A window
Into my mind.
Little do they know
They’re filled with my wealth
And to my health
They are kind.
For in them are secrets,
My hopes and my bleakness
A future I am yet
To find.
I hide my ideas
With my dreams and my fears
But still, to my flaws
They are blind.
They couldn’t care less
About what I confess,
The mistakes
I am leaving behind.
Because it’s me that they’re here for,
My crypt and my core.
I’m the one they’re designed
To remind.
Reviews-
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/bl3ubn/every_book_in_the_world/
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https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/blayet/dandylyin_whine/
The post on my poetry blog.
Posted May 6, 2019, 3:49 PM UTC · edited
A very lovely read, reminding me of my own youth, of my own poems when I was young. You lead the reader through a story that is easy to follow, a quality I admire in a poem. Not many texts I read are as smooth as yours, sparking new interest with every stanza, creating believable images in mind.
Yes, the books(?) we read or the things we wrote are windows to our soul. In my experience, from years of writing, quite lonely places no one seems interested to take a look into.
I stopped at your window and took a look inside. Thank you for sharing part of your soul with me.
Thank you for your kind words.
It was a love letter to all of the half-finished notebooks sitting on my shelf.
I wanted to apologise for neglecting them, I guess.
I'm really happy that you took from it what I wanted to get across.
Thank you, again.