0313 Every Poem's An Adventure

Reader, if it’s the first time that you hit this site, stretching out like a landscape as far as the mind may reach – just, we ask, remember – every poem’s an adventure; - not, perhaps, for you, scrolling fast in case there’s something better round the corner - but for these writers – Frost-sparkling, or first-born … tune in if you must, to those discerning poet-critics, poet-teachers, with their ‘one of his least successful’… ‘in this early work, she has not as yet…’ ‘marks the slow falling-away of the early promise…’ those distant, serious, inconsequential voices like twirling a radio dial across the stations – but remember – every poem’s an adventure; all we here, know so well, that one day we set down what there was to say and then, we realise - without a shape to it...; another day, some passing angel touches it and like some shake of the kaleidoscope, there it is in perfect form, touched with immortality… we – we’re not fooled; they’re failures in some degree, never quite what we hoped of them; but we don’t delet them, for they’re our children, and we love them; we’ve learned from bearing, rearing, shaping them; and when they leave home and roam around the world, someone may love a part or all of them… they’re here because, even if they’re ‘hackneyed, trite, unambitious, banal’ to those that shit in judgement on your work…yet every poem’s an adventure.