My Simple Words ...

I chalked white thoughts upon the blackened slate,
Then watched as peers and teachers tried to find
My sense of sanity exposed in eight
The syllables of tetrameter rhyme.
Da-dum, Da-dum, my brain had sung and still
All reason for my words were quickly lost,
That stallion stood alone upon the hill
My courage stood first test of who was boss.
“It’s nice,” she said, then breathed a lengthy pause,
As I sat thinking of the time I‘d spent -
To make my verse conform to all her laws
While metaphor stood test of her consent.

My simple words erased and long since gone
And yet that sense for what I meant goes on ...


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