03-03-2013, 07:08 AM
Yes, it's still my poem. Yours is still your poem. The reason? Because all through our lives we are finding inspiration, picking and choosing from a selection of words that may be placed in infinite combinations. We unconsciously select phrases or images that we don't even register at the time and we put them on paper. If I put on the lipstick that a friend suggests, they are still my lips.
We choose to select or reject the ideas offered. The control rests entirely with the writer, unless the writer is not confident enough to claim ownership of the poem to begin with OR the writer is lazy and will simply take whatever is offered without personal input because he/she is happy to have other people do all the work.
We choose to select or reject the ideas offered. The control rests entirely with the writer, unless the writer is not confident enough to claim ownership of the poem to begin with OR the writer is lazy and will simply take whatever is offered without personal input because he/she is happy to have other people do all the work.
It could be worse