Until I have learned how to be a good critter,
I’ll settle for being the runt of the litter.
I’m sensitive, yes, but won’t easily bruise.
I’m responsive, receptive, and open to views.
Although I have posted a poem on occasion,
I’m not quite prepared for a full-fledged invasion.
I did what some newcomers do when they post –
I jumped in the deep-end and ended up toast.
Kevin, A.E., Tim, & EfH Alan
un-buttered me up with a flap and a talon.
Their points were well taken. Enligtening. Uncanny.
Like pouring out water for Helen. Like Annie.
Now I’m relearning each process by name.
I analyze West Wind. Tim Steele. It’s my aim
to improve and update the techniques that I use,
envisioning lovely and lyrical hues.
Dear Jerry, there is no escape from the truth.
I’ve read and I’ve written since I was a youth.
But the teacher I had was indulgent and kind.
The results were bad habits, and I fell behind.
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