Judge Ye Not

               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Contests lost, a poem goes unpublished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