Thanks so much for the feedback! Now that I look back at it, I can see what you mean about the stanzas seeming disjointed. My aim was for each one to be a different example of how when we see something over and over again, it becomes less meaningful to us (despite the fact that some of those things should really mean the most). But I probably didn't do a great job conveying that. Again though, I really do appreciate the critique! :) I do seem to have a bit of a bad habit of only writing things that are meaningful to me, so it helps a lot to have people tell me what is coming across to them. ^.^

Okay, I think that I get this one. It's a little hard to grasp the meaning for me because each stanza seems so unrelated to the others, but the first and last one relate well enough, so that makes it put together enough for me to read it more than once. The third stanza (about green) seems the most random until the end of it, but even so the "Green is my favorite color" part is so far from the way that the poem began that it's confusing.   After reading it a couple times I get it, and I can't really tell if that's a bad thing or not. I think that it's about the fact that our world is so ugly that it's hard to look at sometimes, and that people often don't notice beautiful things because there's so much of them and we want to see them more (therefore we aren't tired of them). That's about all I got.

I love this poem. I love the stanza specifically about green. I'm sorry that I can't offer any advice about this poem, but it's just so relatable!