Considering how poetry is seen
by those who read or write within its laws,
I see now that the average is mean,
and hear the constant sharpening of claws.
No noble world of wishes made from love,
can dominate the noodlings on the Net,
while ne'erdowells negate them from above,
thus branding every word they say as, 'wet'.
I've seen the pretty poets fall to tears
in wake of criticism from the crude.
I've watched the old romantics through the years,
reduced to near redundant, by the rude.
And yet for all their vile attempts to stop...
the cream, cannot help rising, to the top.
We will find our own audience Linda. One way or another..; ¬) Danny.
And some of the greats simply move on to greener pastures. Sad, but true, wouldn't you say?
Nice one. I love the two last lines, they just made my moment
Nice one. I love the two last lines, they just made my moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a handsome and metrically correct sonnet, Dan! Since perfection was the goal in this structure, allow me to suggest a minor alteration: The word watched contains two syllables. Eventually, it could be substituted by the word seen or even caught. Good morning, my friend!