In the cracks. in Poetry

“Critique Wanted” is what my display should say
With the critical so meager in force
I’m learning that the medium isn’t about the
Garnered attention
It’s the expression of a well explored
Reflection
The time between the lines is time spent
In the cracks
Lines of structure and detail
Weaving their crooked paths
Drawing their imperfect pictures
Scrawling their illegible words
However crooked
However imperfect
However illegible
The paths are uncharted
The pictures are unseen
The words are unknown

In the narrow confines of the cracks
Of the gaps between the lines
I am beginning to find myself.