Measure of the mind…

Less to say more to teach unto the mind hereafter,
They hold all the linguistics and the words,
Mispronunciation betrayed by my tongue,
When did bitter tastes come from compilations of letters?
Formulas for seemingly a transparent mind,
Pencils carry poison before the lead tampers the paper,
Do I have thoughts?

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

Nice poem Matt. Just want to confirm the next to last line should read, "Pencils carry poison before the led..."
I can envision it as those being led, but do wonder if you mean lead, as in pencil.

ken

[Matt Fellows]

Hi Ken, yes thank you for pointing that out haha a spelling error on my behalf. Thank you for taking the time to read! Matt.

[Ken e Bujold]

not a problem, we all have our moments of haste, or blurness. Poets simply need to learn to sleep and post upon awakening