Have I Been Ignorant?

Have I rhymed without reason, Treating poetry as tawdry linen not fit to cover beggars loins... Have I? Have I used the muse to puzzle: To bring confusion as in science That cannot be proven right (but wrong) ... Have I? Have I made myself deaf To the wind's cry, the bird's song, and coin only of troubled bowels... Have I? Have I used poetry for war: Fingering scabs to make sores That puss from my bitterness... Have I? If I have, please forgive me. Now I see...The bird in the tree sings for me... to go on. I see. The wind cries to touch me, To kiss my face, to gain Warmth from me. I see. I see... Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis