oh critique group, where is thy sting?

You travail…grind…you coax the keyboard late into the unforgiving night.

Cull…pinpoint…tease the perfect words from your brain.

You strategize.  You project.  You pluck the marionette strings.

Grip the sneering knife in your sweaty palm…plunge it into your howling heart  Blood

Spills through your printer onto the page.

But The Worst is tomorrow:

Critique group.

And that would be why I don’t write poetry.



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About Lisha Cauthen

Lisha Cauthen writes YA novels for guys that girls like to read too.

Posted on February 18, 2009, in writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. So what you’re saying is that this is the most fun you’ve had in your life…did I interpret your poetry correctly?

  2. Yeah, right.

  3. You may not be a poet, but you got the sentiment right on.

    Love, “Blood spill through your printer onto the page”.

  4. My writing group usually just critiques one another’s work, but we did a writing time the last meeting. We did writing prompts and exercises and it was pretty fun. We were giggling over what we came up with. We will now incorporate it into meetings every once in a while!
    Okay as I’m writing this, I realized I’m writing about the wrong post! Pretend this is posted by your post about writing with your friends…
    Okay so now I’ll comment about your poem which uses really great imagery! It sounds like you have a very honest critique group! (which is good! it may sting to hear your story being altered but helpful!)

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