Rejection
and Reward (June 2009)
It
was a spiffing bit of poetry.
Rhyming
lines and bouncing
rhythms.
It was about my wee
Alice
who when just a babe,
bubbling
bubbles would rock
herself
to sleep.
Startling
images and rich assonance
it
held. Meaning seeped up
from
colourful words, reverence
for
darling daughter peeped
out
from stanzas, beats and feet.
Oh
woe that my reader should
reject
this wonderful piece.
See
what you're missing; if only
you
could I shouted to the heavens
in
Greece. Reward lies in the writing,
that's
the feat !