FALLING SHORT (1/2/06)
(By: Janet L. Moore)
The gracious critique
Of my first attempt
Was quite acceptable
It seemed I got carried away
With poetic expressions
Forgetting and ignoring
The real intent of the piece
So today, I shall focus
I shall make amends
And let my words convey
My thoughts, my feelings
Of Monday’s enquiring session
The term dyad
Was unfamiliar to some
In groups of two
We assessed ourselves
Somehow I was not perturbed
My scores ranked me
As a middleman?
As expected
A lot of sometimes
One never
Which was in fact
Dead right
I was no exhibitionist
In discussions
With my partner
I was somewhat disquieted
Somewhat perturbed
About the numerical significance
Of my scores
On sociability
Although in the middle
I felt a little dismayed
As if somehow
Somewhere
I had fallen short
Of my responsibility
Whatever could have caused
Such feelings of uneasiness
Surely
I must examine the cause
For my score
Was quite reasonable
By any standard
Why this persistent feeling
As though I erred
Have somehow
Missed the mark
Eluded my calling
And fallen short
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