I rarely write negative criticism on postpoems, but really . . . I cannot forbear from this one. This quatrain is one of the most useless attempts at verse that I have ever seen in over thirty-three years of reading it, and fourteen years of writing it. There is nothing new; nothing unusual; nothing to evoke a profound emotion or even a shallow one. If I had the opportunity to teach poetry, I would *showcase* this one as prime, perhaps the greatest, evidence of how *not* to write.
I rarely write negative criticism on postpoems, but really . . . I cannot forbear from this one. This quatrain is one of the most useless attempts at verse that I have ever seen in over thirty-three years of reading it, and fourteen years of writing it. There is nothing new; nothing unusual; nothing to evoke a profound emotion or even a shallow one. If I had the opportunity to teach poetry, I would *showcase* this one as prime, perhaps the greatest, evidence of how *not* to write.
Starward