Mediums

Ink is the greatest medium,
Widely misunderstood.
Because it can show all true things,
Though not all of them whole or good.
Anything can come of it.

of course, mistakes are made in Ink.
And sometimes taken with derision.
But Ink has no ears or eyes to judge,
It bends to everyone's vision.

Hello Hobbit

I really enjoyed your poem and it is, of course, very true. There were a couple of things I noticed:

Though not all of them whole or good

I felt like the rhythm was a little off in this line. I think that there are a couple of extra syllables. Maybe you could write it like this: Though not all, whole or good.

of course, mistakes are made in Ink.

First, I think you meant to capitalize the 'O' of 'of'
I also think that this would be better if you put a but at the beginning of this instead of 'of course' purely because it would make more sense with the stanza before hand and it would tie the whole poem together.

Other than this I really really enjoyed it, I thought it was really nice and summed up how many people don't appreciate writing
I have to say that the title was a little misleading, I assumed because of the plural that you would be talking about all sorts of mediums but you only talked about ink. If you were to do that then you could compare the different mediums

Well Done!
Keep Writing,
~Lydia

Hey Orihobbit!

First of all, like Lydia said, I think the title could use some rethinking. It's not about mediums in general, it's about one certain medium: Ink.

Ink is the greatest medium.
Widely misunderstood.
Because it can show all true things,

For that last line, which of the first two lines is it referring to? Is it the greatest medium because it shows all true things? Or is it widely misunderstood because it shows all true things? I think the poem would flow better if you punctuated it like a regular sentence, not necessarily capitalizing every line and putting punctuation where it's needed. Think about it! Then you could avoid confusion as to where each sentence continues to.

I feel like you touched on some really awesome ideas, particularly the ones in the second stanza about mistakes being made in ink and ink not judging anyone. The problem is that you only touch on them. It's like having a really interesting painting flash before your eyes at 60 miles per hour. How are you supposed to enjoy art if you can only see a little bit of it?

I'd say that you should expand on those two ideas: mistakes in ink, and ink not being judgemental. Why do you say that? What kind of mistakes are made in ink? What does it feel like to see that permanent, un-erasable ink error? Why doesn't ink judge people? Basically, explore the concept a bit more deeply.

You have some pretty neat ideas. Just try to develop them, and it'll be awesome!

~Evi

your poem was impressive i enjoyed reading it. the only thing that actually came to my notice was the "Because" used after a period in line 3 stanza 1. it will be better without the "Because"