In judging the merits of my own poetry
I jump on the No’s with alacrity
While a Yes gets second guessed and
A dubious pause precedes self-applause.
Why is it so easy to recognize flaws
While The good must be teased out
With the agony of doubt? This biased
Perspective transcends poetry. When
I meet someone new, it’s also true, the
First noted is the bloated ego while the
Saintly smile must go the extra mile.
Yes, profoundly honest, with the Glen gift of being playful and serious at the same moment xooxoo
Amen! Glen
I love the honesty in this; it is only in recognizing our inherent biases that we stand a chance to change it
Your small poem touches a big universe. I think in many instances we must look deeper to see the good in people and circumstances.
Important reminder that recognizing the positives (even before the negatives) promotes happy times :)