There is a place where significance ends -
that is the place where the metaphors tire
and the similes dimmily fail to inspire
and the poem runs out in a meaningless flood
but the poet won’t give up and declare it a dud
for the critics they spot and the readers they know,
you can get up and go, it’s the end of the show…for
there is the place where significance ends.
Can any poet EVER say die on something we are working on? I don't! I put them back for a while, because even I can admit it needs work, but I just CAN'T give up on my babies! ! Scarlett
No, me neither, folks - the first draft of this one was a sour little thing! But it's good to know it!
Giving in or giving up Declaring any piece a dud I think not so my learned friend and think tis not, tis not the end.... t x
I love this, Michael. The good poet knows when the end has arrived. Oh dear! Raynette
A truth set in humour and yet I too could not put my words to death....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is touching even with its comedic element, Miguelito! I enjoyed it very much.