I wrote this for my critique group, expressing some of my (newbie) feelings about the critiquing process. Do others have the same thoughts and feelings about it?
This critiquing game is hard.
It lays your soul open wide,
Your deepest thoughts for all to see,
And invites the critters inside.
Lightly as they tread,
The daisies still get trampled,
Structure taken apart;
Favourite lines get strangled.
Part of me wants to hear,
Nothing but praise and love,
As my words shine new light
And raise you up above
Maybe one day they will.
But they’re not quite ready yet.
As good as they seem now, this isn’t
As good as they can get.
So they pass through the crucible,
Tested and toughened by flame.
Ready to share with the world,
Ready to make your name.
So thank you all for your words
And all the time that you take
The different perspective you bring
The different insight you make
This is a relationship of trust
From thousands of miles away.
I hope to eventually meet you in person.
Perhaps at your book signing day?