The Mentor
by MFrostDelaney

She finds, collects new poets in the raw
when fresh, new rhymes they write arouse her awe.
It is her inner teacher sensing, seeing
the versifier not yet come to being
while trying out a solemn metric law.

The novice thinks it's good luck of the draw
that she has found his words without a flaw.
Perfection, though, is not what she's decreeing.
            She finds, collects new poets.

In workshop, other writers pick and gnaw
at wordiness that sticks into their craw.
But if the fledgling's quiet, without fleeing,
he learns to listen to advice that's freeing.
The mentor has confirmed what she first saw.
            She finds, collects new poets.
 

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