Your Praise For My Poems Poem by Long Tooth

(A THANK YOU! for several comments from poet Angichi Pombi of PoemHunter.com)

Your praise overwhelms with fog blanket of feeling
A magical gift, undeserved at same time,
Such a vision of rapture it sends senses reeling,
My voice is just wave-broken sea shell of rhyme.

I sit on the beach watching sunset in far West,
Perspective fades out, rolling fog kisses shore,
Whale pod family frolics, includes me, I'm their guest;
The calves' heads are spinning, could heaven do more?

Could diamonds and gold dust from meteor shower
Be gift for the poet, so humbled by praise?
Though in darkest of moments, fear lies in this hour:
Such judgments pass poet for all of his days!

No, let me instead embrace views of all readers,
As grist for the mill that might polish my art,
Spin with calves at the jealousy of bottom feeders,
All appetites sweep sea, let me play a part.


Long Tooth
February 19,2017