Kill the Critic
Killing the Inner Critic
You can’t do that!
I hear far back in my head.
Poetry is serious stuff!
It is my voice, when I’m dry.
You must be deliberate!
Best ignored.
Where’s your rhyme scheme?
Can’t speak—only scream.
No wonder nobody’ll publish you!
Narrow and hostile, too.
Poetry doesn’t work like that!
Protective of something sacred.
Don’t you have even a modicum of common sense?
No one wants to read this blather!
I thought you had imagination!
Problem with an inner critic
comes with knowing
the same bullet that kills him
kills you . . .
David M Pitchford
30 April 2008
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Now, aint that the the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I think of my inner critic as a fire breathing dragon, poised to devour your work before it leaves your pen.
http://ravenswingpoetry.com/2008/03/02/outrunning-the-dragon/
Saludos,
Nicole