Author Information
Epigram On The Peot's Peoms
You have so many readers. Each one follows
your smooth meanderings across the shallows.
Consistent---from most recent to initial
peom---your lines are safely superficial.
As mirrors' shards reflect without reflection,
each project that you post still lacks projection.
You fail to see, nor understand in looking:
scraps are not wholes; verse is not like scrapbooking.
You write with effort, toiling through long hours,
to post peoms that droop like wilted flowers.
Rootless, they die like blossoms that you pick
for your Arranging Class. You ought to stick
with hobbies you can do successfully---
the grandmaw hilljack kind . . . not poetry.
Starward
[jlc]
