Judge Ye Not
The soul of a poet is their poetry
Which behaves like the assembly of sculpture
Poems, works of art created by a beautiful mind
The embodiment of their being
Poetry, transcendent, transformative
Wholly part of self
Poems, like paintings, are birthed out of creativity
Poets pour into a poem like a vessel
We are made up of our poems just as a quilt is pieced
Contests lost, a poem goes unpublished
The poet’s confidence in their craft withers as flowers
Curating doubt calls caliber into question
But their opinions are like perspectives
Perspectives don’t negate quality craft
One knows their craft, their creation
In the knowingness that judges judge
We set aside rejection as a moveable force
The integrity of a poem isn’t always recognized
Therefore, immerse yourself in the art of poetry
The zest, the zeal the passion it births in your spirit