>In honor of Poetry Month, I thought I’d write an ode to my critique group.
(And Diane, our Queen of the Meter, and all you other poem-extraordinaries, I apologize in advance, for I know this only-one-stanza, slightly-stretched-rhyme, a-little-off-in-meter ode probably doesn’t pass your poetry litmus tests!)
ODE TO MY CRIT PEEPS
Writing is a lonely craft
Filled with rejection and doubt
But never do I feel daft
With my critique buds about.
Armed with coffee and a smile
You read with respect and poise:
Characters, plot, arcs, pace, style,
Bullies, bombs, and booger-boys.
Even when it’s not quite working
You find something worth praising.
So let me raise my glass to thee
Oh awesome peeps of kid-story!
Love you guys! And don’t worry – a book of poetry is definitely not on my horizon!