I Wonder If

I wonder if I’ll ever write about my piety  
and how I feel the Nazarene’s sweet love
envelops me  
in such a way
that makes a reader say
what’s rightly not been said
by anyone,
that is,
 
“Oh look at all the grace
with which his words
about his Lord are laced,  
and how he makes us feel
with all, and through,
his use of stirring imagery
the depths of Christ’s devotion
to us men  
and all his suffering and pain”.  
 
The answer, if I’m honest with myself,.
is “no”
and that’s because I am convinced,
 
despite the notes
from folks on DUP
to say my wording’s  
absent elegance,
my verse is garbled,  never crafted well,
 
my tell not show
my never using metaphor or simile
my dull vocabulary  
and my  penchant
for dispensing grammar and good sense
as long as I produce a rhyme
approach to poetry
is always in my eyes
the way to go.
 
For me, it’s what’s required
for writing what
I “know”
to be the best by far
and only way
to manifest the glories of the bardic art
even though objectively
in writing in this manner I display  
I haven’t the ability to see
how much of a composed disgrace
how poorly cast
and how they be  
a reader’s good time’s waste
my writings are.