Your written eloquence
speaks nothing to
the eyes reading,
to the soul searching,
the heart screaming!
Your attention to
trivialities pound words,
like metal, into dull knives,
bruising more than cutting,
hacking the senses
into dullness,
into coma!
Your lettered names
prove nothing more
than ideas learned,
blinded lemming pride
the halls of academia!
You see, teacher,
a good poem
speaks to our souls, hearts,
coming from life lived
in the tragic,
the mundane,
and magnificent!
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