Is The Doing Less Exquisite Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I have learned to listen.
And to observe.

Is the doing less exquisite,
Because of an opinion a few may give...
Of an appearance to be detected,
To have a flaw and/or a blemish.
And perfect it is not to establish,
Top ten preference on their 'snob' list.

I have learned to listen.
And to comprehend.

Is the doing less exquisite,
When something done with a challenge to do...
Is met with opposition,
Yet the deed is completed successfully...
Although left are those same few...
Who aren't impress and collectively address it.

I have learned to listen.
To observe.
To then comprehend.

Is the doing less exquisite,
Because from where its origins developed?
Or where its magnificence sits?
Is the doing less exquisite,
Because a few have decided the attention it gets...
Does not merit a bestowing of a deserving greatness?
Is the doing less exquisite,
Because what it gives glows to shine above the rest?
Is the doing less exquisite,
Since those who protest wish it to be seen as not the best?
And does this doing make it less exquisite,
For the ones who can not deny...
Those heard protesting the exquisiteness of that which is,
Will never find another way...
To do what has been done to do better!

I have learned to listen.
To observe.
To then comprehend,
That which has been given undivided attention...
Maintains a quality undenied wherever it may sit.
And...
Regardless who attempts to define it within limits.
Since...
That which is exquisite and exists,
Has apparently done this on its own to be shown.

I have learned to listen.
And to observe,
To understand and comprehend this...
That which has come for some to appreciate,
Will always invite a 'multitude' of critics...
Who will refuse it heard from them to admit,
The time they spend looking for flaws and blemishes...
Does not diminish what is exquisite that exists!