One of the hardest things about writing poetry is not being too precious about it.
I try to strike all the preciousness away. And then I read the newest mags and journals or html broadsides, and find amazing work, and many precious lines I’d probably strike.
The word amazing is, itself, a little precious. A little over-used by adults.
The only people who really know what it means are children. They are almost always right about it.