Of Stem or Page

A short poem.

Instead of complaining, articulating grievances which accomplish very little outside of my own sense of differentiation, why not use the existential stone in my shoe as accelerant to make something more? Well, I’m trying.

From now on I am going to attempt to air my grievances in poem.

If nothing else, it’s easier on the eyes.

Of Stem or Page

The learned study folk,
Like a fossil on display,
But down their noses peer,
At the lay-folk down the lane.

‘Tis fashionable to show,
How everyman are they!
But their leaves grow not up from the soil,
Rather copied from a page.

Romanticize the poorly,
Whom on intuition thrive,
Until the day they meet them,
Or rather walk on by.

Yet folk move about with knowing,
Though their means are far from grand,
That which words cannot recount,
For it is written in the land.