am I foolish or full of conceit
my ink leaks thoughts
jumbled with pondering puzzles
sharing rhymes and verse
as I sort the mysteries
that are invisibly seen
by the blind who hears whispers
am I foolish or full of conceit
my ink leaks thoughts
thinking I will ignite light
in minds wandering in darkness
a humble wordsmith rambling
tinkering in a field of genius
that weave great thoughts
am I foolish or full of conceit
my ink leaks thoughts
I plucked from
this massive universe
words floating around
in my spinning head
the puppet on the end of a string
playing in a foreign world
am I foolish or full of conceit
my ink leaks thoughts
I want to share
I wonder I wonder
who really cares
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 8/15/15
silentlyheardonce 
I think I am my own worst critic. UGH!
Me too. Never good enough.
Well – you are fab!
Aww . . . Blushing Thank you.
I try not to worry too much about the opinion of critics; even the ones in my head. 😉
From time to time you hear the critics.
But there is a country mile between hearing and reacting, don’t you think? 🙂
Yes as long as we don’t travel to where we aren’t wanted.
The world is full of people refusing to listen.. but it’s never foolish to try. That’s what it means to be a poet.
Too bad the people who need to hear aren’t listening.
you are very talented.
Thank you.
Neither foolish nor conceited, but just exercising your gift with words to share with people truths that are important to you and, you hope, will be important to them, too.
Feeling they come and go.
Ah…it is what writers do…share and wonder if anyone is reading. 🙂
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Thanks for sharing
Everyone has an ego. It is more than fine to share your thoughts. Otherwise, how would we communicate?
True. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.