Pendragon
01-19-2009, 06:02 PM
On a Poem’s Review
I was asked to review a dear friend’s poem,
His emotions written in dedicated rhyme—
I went over it thoughtfully while relaxing at home,
Watching carefully for phrasing and time.
I found that the wording was not to my particular taste,
Rather stilted in places where the lines should flow.
The subject was jumping all over, at a too-rapid pace,
So I informed him since he really wanted to know.
He did not take kindly to my precision dissection,
Thinking me harsh when I only wished to help improve
The voice of the poem and its strive for perfection—
And nothing I could say had the power to soothe.
He smiled, but his voice was a sibilant hiss:
He extended one digit and said: “Review this!”
Pendragon
© 1/19/2009
A Sonnet From the Dragon
I was asked to review a dear friend’s poem,
His emotions written in dedicated rhyme—
I went over it thoughtfully while relaxing at home,
Watching carefully for phrasing and time.
I found that the wording was not to my particular taste,
Rather stilted in places where the lines should flow.
The subject was jumping all over, at a too-rapid pace,
So I informed him since he really wanted to know.
He did not take kindly to my precision dissection,
Thinking me harsh when I only wished to help improve
The voice of the poem and its strive for perfection—
And nothing I could say had the power to soothe.
He smiled, but his voice was a sibilant hiss:
He extended one digit and said: “Review this!”
Pendragon
© 1/19/2009
A Sonnet From the Dragon