by Dr Gonzo
Reviewed a poem, no thanks given. Felt small & intimidated bc he is genuinely brilliant.
|You..."Does anyone have something to say?"
Me..."Well," said the small boy in the corner of the room, "I have something to say."
You..."Does anyone have anything to say?"
All eyes down and given to fear...to say anything...to draw the attention...of you.
The small boy, who by now had wisely lowered his hand, knew in that moment, he had nothing to offer...you.
You won't remember me, that is certain. But I reviewed one of your poems four days ago and have regretted it since. My fault entirely. I made the mistake of reviewing the piece before I knew what, or more precisely, who I was reviewing.
I didn't realize you were a published and award-winning author. I also didn't realize you would brush me aside like I don't exist...but I do now.
I wish I could say something that would make you feel like I do...insignificant and small...but that is not my nature. I wish I could say that you are not as good as you think you are (small boy fantasies of winning against all odds) but, it is more likely you are better than you think you are...at least in the art of writing.
I'm not looking for a fight...how could I possibly win any encounter with you? I just wanted you to know...press delete and forget...me.