Don’t Critique Blind

Lights flash, sparkle, beckoning for attention,

A sublime spectacle of two colliding.

Love, even hate, rains down—all admiration,

Only so far to run, no place for hiding.

Some try opposing those willing to compete:

Virtuous folks who want a padded retreat.

A plate of pathetic; why live in shadows?

They’d reconcile if given a small dose.

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Rispetto Poetry Prompt Challenge at:

Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at:

Prompted from Word of the Day Challenge at:

Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at:

Prompted from December Writing Prompts at:

Prompted from Three Things Challenge at:

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