riter’s group again tonight. The person who wanted to read after my piece because she was falling asleep was back. In my earlier post, I vowed to be good, just and fair (or something like that). And I had every intention of doing just that, but then she passed out a poem.
I’m not good with poems. I’ve tried to critique them in the past, but it’s just better if I circle one or two striking phrases and leave it at that. It’s a half-assed critique, but it’s the best I can do. Really. In general, I either don’t get poetry or don’t like it. So I just keep quiet.
And I kept quiet tonight.
I’m sure this person didn’t notice or particularly care. But I wanted to prove that I wasn’t bitter. And that is really hard to do without talking.