The Critic
Expansive dreams grow wild:
words are drowned in verbosity.
(Firing up the appetency for acceptance.)
I cast a dream catcher for those
special words with an iridescence angle.
Critics with their parochial musings,
Have: your fractiousness as
Distasteful, with their laconic smirks.
What do they know,
What do they know.
by Robin McNamara © 2020
Robin McNamara Poet 