Before you were so popular
you were warm and welcoming
inspiring, encouraging
inviting.
A place to come
to share, to meet
a place to learn, to grow and weed...
Weed out the flaws of our poetry,
learn new styles,
change techniques
even build up the courage to receive
O.o ..... "Critique"!
Then came the numbers...
ones thousand , two thousand, three and four...
rules became "Guidlines"... Faqs and more...
no more freedoms, warmth and embrace,
no longer a growing, sharing poetry place.
We grow in bursts of energy... our minds produce
at levels that rules dont see...
how does an artist confine the muse...
to "One Post here" and "follow this prompt"
how does the inspiration know when to...
start and stop?
I hold on still to this G+ place... for it was here,
here before the one thousand came, that I found my voice...
found my muse... developed the courage
to tap into...
the inspirations within...
put my life, my thoughts, emotions in tune.
So here I hold a root, a memory, a hope...
that maybe somehow the Poets can be,
once again...
warm, welcoming, inspiring,
encouraging...
inviting.
@s.irfanaleem 1.5.2014
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