An aspiring author’s poem
I read a book I didn’t like,
gave it to a writer-friend,
She didn’t like it either,
neither made it to the end.
We both enjoyed the prologue,
then it fell apart,
We dug deep to understand
and prayed to find some heart.
We spoke of missing cadence,
of light and fluffy prose,
Was there a thread we both had missed?
Still, neither of us knows.
The lesson in the book we closed,
was as strong as any other,
How we would like our own work read,
and to be unlike another.
So when an author drops a thread,
I learn to pick up mine.
If I read too many words,
I learn how to refine.
When characters do not ring true,
Or dialogue is stilted,
My own mistakes jump off the page,
and my loves are often jilted.
We pushed the book aside that day,
continued with our lunch,
But in our sad agreement
was a buried hunch.
Only with a writer can the worst book
in a while,
be the source of conversation,
a lesson and a smile.
YOu rock.
Oh to be at a point in life when we can put a book down and not feel guilty. That lesson should be applied to many things.
I’m impressed that you both tried so hard! I felt that way about “The Da Vinci Code”. My husband, a good friend, and I all tried, and none of us could get into it.
I feel no guilt about putting down a book I’m not enjoying, though. I figure it’s just not my cup of tea, and there are SO many other books out there waiting to be read…
I love your verse Amy!
I love this! Did it take long to write or just flow out? It goes to show, both good work and bad work can be inspiring.
Loverly! Gonna link to it tomorrow.
Too cute!
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It finally worked! And was worth the wait.
Well worth the visit from Angie’s place. A fun piece of writing with a lot of truth!
Okay, so it took me a few weeks to stop by, but I’m here. Good job!