Self Inflicted Parody

[Pyxx]

Reading my own work makes me face-palm,
...stupidly tap, tap, tapping away at keys.
Yet, with moderators moderating hurriedly,
I remain at ease,
deciding to stay calm;
I tell myself to breathe.
 
I begin to edit, loudly reciting each line,
glazed eyes seeking out written absurdities, 
that I cannot seem to be able to see.
It's like I'm writing blind,
with each offered critique I agree;
perhaps the punishment should fit the authors crimes.
Yet despite my insecurities,
the promise of progress is measured in time;
thus I seek out poets with pedigrees,
for it is my work that I wish to refine.
 
I peruse Emily Dickinson to read,
recalling a poem titled;
'A fuzzy fellow without feet'.
For we all crawl before we can walk,
thus the cycle of learning begins.
I merely request that the mods of this forum,
do not bar me for my poetic sins. 

[ellajam]

Haha, been there, done that, except for the mod worry. As long as you're reading, thinking and attempting to help others all is well.

There's no requirement to rush into editing. I love to edit based on crit and find threads where members actively edit the most fun, but some people take the crit and wait a year, or never edit at all, that's fine too, up to the poet.

"with each offered critique I agree" made me laugh because that's me, even when the crits have opposing views. I reread crit given to me endlessly, trying to figure out what will make the piece work better. Just because I agree with the crit doesn't mean that is what is best for the poem.

Here's a bit of thrash I wrote when I first came here and started examining every word.

Editing

When my heart
is in a single word
that no one else can hear,
still, I hold on tightly
as it holds my heart,
hoping someone will hear.

Still grinning from your piece. L2 I don't think you need both letter and key.

[billy]

sorry Pyxx, you're banned

if you're doing half the things you say i the poem, you should do well here

[billy]

as for mods, we're mainly here to make sure the place doesn't go to hell in a hand cart. while a few are excellent poets, some of us are way down the food chain of poetic craftsmanship

[Erthona]

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A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!

Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he doth descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!

All this in summer.
But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
He taketh Damask Residence—
And struts in sewing silk!

Then, finer than a Lady,
Emerges in the spring!
A Feather on each shoulder!
You'd scarce recognize him!

By Men, yclept Caterpillar!
By me! But who am I,
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!

Emily Dickinsom

[Pyxx]

sorry Pyxx, you're banned

if you're doing half the things you say i the poem, you  should do well here

Your banning me billy?!
At least it may stop me from posting more bad poetry...

I couldn't resist one last jab. If my 'work' doesn't get me banned, than this reply might, lol. I look forward to doing well billy. I imagine that the path to any semblance of improvement involves more face-palming, I look forward to that too ^_^