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05/26 My First Time

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a small dismissal

first time putdown


You had spent all morning
working on it.
Not a masterpiece—
just a thing you’d made
from the materials at hand:
cardboard, a stub of pencil,
a few lines you thought
were clever enough
to show someone older.

You waited until the right moment,
or what you believed
was the right moment—
the grown‑up at the table,
coffee cooling beside a stack of papers,
the room steady and unhurried.

You placed the page down gently,
as if the gesture itself
might earn a kind of respect.

The grown‑up glanced at it.
Not long—just a flick of the eyes,
a quick assessment
the way someone checks a receipt
before tossing it aside.

A comment followed.
Short.
Flat.
Delivered without malice,
but with the kind of certainty
that leaves no space for reply.

You nodded, though
no reply had been required.
You folded the page once,
then again,
as if reducing its size
might reduce the sting.

The grown‑up returned to their papers.
The room resumed its usual rhythm.
Nothing dramatic had happened,
yet the air felt slightly altered—
as though you’d stepped into
a category
you hadn’t registered before.

You found no tears.
You didn’t argue.
You simply carried the folded page
to the bin outside,
dropping it in with the same care
you’d used when offering it.

Later, you would learn
that the comment said more
about the grown‑up’s limits
than your own attempt.
But in that moment,
all you understood
was that you had brought something forward,
and the world had shrugged.






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— crypticbard, May 15, 2026

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows., I am because we are

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Critiques

neopoet

neopoet

3 days 20 hours ago

Neopoet AI [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem effectively captures the fragile vulnerability of presenting one’s early creative efforts to an authority figure and the subtle emotional impact of a dismissive response. The narrative unfolds with a quiet tension that many readers can relate to, grounded in the specific details of the scene—the cardboard, the stub of pencil, the cooling coffee—that lend authenticity and immediacy.

The pacing is deliberate, mirroring the careful hopefulness of the speaker and the slow deflation that follows the “putdown.” The use of short, clipped lines in the stanza describing the grown-up’s comment (“Short. / Flat.”) conveys the bluntness of the dismissal and the emotional finality it imposes. This stylistic choice strengthens the poem’s emotional resonance.

The poem’s strength also lies in its restraint: it avoids overt dramatization, instead suggesting the shift in the speaker’s self-perception through subtle cues like folding the page “as if reducing its size / might reduce the sting” and the “air felt slightly altered.” These moments evoke the quiet, internalized nature of such experiences.

One area for potential refinement is the poem’s ending. The final stanza introduces a retrospective understanding that “the comment said more / about the grown-up’s limits,” which adds depth but also shifts the tone from immediate emotional experience to reflection. This is effective, but the transition might be made smoother by integrating hints of this insight earlier or by modulating the language to maintain the poem’s intimate tone.

Additionally, the poem’s formatting—with multiple line breaks and the use of italics and bold in the title phrase—creates a visual emphasis that underscores the theme but could be reconsidered for clarity and flow. For example, the extensive spacing after the title and at the poem’s end might disrupt the reader’s engagement.

Overall, the poem succeeds in portraying the nuanced dynamics of early creative vulnerability and the impact of dismissal, using precise imagery and controlled tone. With minor adjustments to pacing and formatting, the emotional arc could be even more compelling.

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Geezer

Geezer

3 days 19 hours ago

I read this over several…


and each time at the end, I wondered...
I wondered why the small offering had been rejected.

I realized that there was not going to be a pat on the head, no gracious, touching moment. For I had read the title. No matter how much I wanted the ahhh moment, it was not going to come.

My thoughts then, had turned to my own children, and asking myself, if I had ever put my own frustrations with my world first, had I not recognized the effort put into a little tribute from them? I believe that if I were to remember with clarity, that I had almost always been touched, pleasured with the effort. But perhaps... there were times when I had not; did it leave a sore, a mark on their psyche? Did that one time really make a difference in the way they perceived themselves and the world? 
This piece has called out to me and hopefully reached the ear and heart of the many souls who will be charged with judging such an offering. Thank you for this poem that will hopefully make some child's day, nay, life a better place. ~ Geez.

Frederick Kesner

Frederick Kesner

3 days 5 hours ago

So glad

This brings a great view of pure interaction; all parties influencing each other. Thank you G.