Projecting on projects
I met a "strong" man
so tall and so proud
his pole was so long
his head hit the clouds
made of pure steel
stroking old metal
little creation of real
when real is just mental
pools of hollow words
with little tiny action
like polishing a turd
no longer in fashion
an "artist" playing "cryptic"
who is this new friend
turns out he is a critic
and this is the end
-☝️⭕✝️🏹
This is great
Thank you. I really like writing like this form. I am getting better at sharing. I appreciate you reading it.
I really enjoy reading it, and I'm guessing In not alone. That means we need more!
Woah you are a poet
This poem made me wonder if you are referring to your inner critic or someone else? I like the ambiguity
Thank you. It was inspired by an experience with an individual but I feel it may speak on the critic in all of us.