Like the raging wind cannot make a mountain tremble greatly
so does the critic who can’t shatter the words of a poet.
It’s simple to blow opinion upon opinion on a piece critical
to the point where they may ricochet on surfaces and travel
but to build a poetic foundation, the window into the world
of the writer and to the view of majesty, of a soul imparting
something more than just drawing lines on paper with pen
or pencil then be discarded as time records in fast forward,
the poet is an invaluable source of character, expression,
and personal sentiment.
The poet ruminates in stillness. Perhaps the poet can be in chaos.
Either way simply let the poet be. To construct architecture
with words is a passion. For I am the poet. My words are
the mountains. I am worthy. I am not worthy. Up to you.
However in myself I am free.
Agreed. - Kevin