A Matter of Interpretation

My wife tells me what I write
lacks (and I paraphrase here)
the intrinsic properties of poetry.
The music uneven,
lyrics stalled.

Now that seems to me
to be a bit harsh.
I think she means
that she doesn't appreciate
my brave attempts to
communicate artistically.

Also, I think she means that
her capacity to grasp
complex word usage is limited
by her casual attitude to this
pesky foreign language.

Furthermore, I believe if
she would sincerely listen
to what I read to her, she
would eventually agree
that my writing holds vision,
wisdom and humor.

It's obviously a
matter of interpretation.