Obtuse

Like the wind

you make no sense.

Charming the ignorant,

with your essence.

 

Then repelling them

from your value,

with harsh reverse

and disinterest.

 

Why do you perplex me?

Play games and use me?

Holding the secrets of my heart.

You support no pardon.

 

My confidence cultivated

by your obtuse wit.

Inane to your repulsiveness.

Naive to my passion.

 

Opportunity of bliss

through your fingers,

like water.

 

And I the fortunate one,

Jubilee in my palms.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

" I should have been a pair of ragged claws, Scuttling across the floors of silent seas...Deferential, glad to be of use, politic, cautious and meticulous; full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous, Almost at times, the Fool." T.S. Eliot

Wonderful piece Lucy, I just had to throw those lines in there from The Love Song by Eliot.