if it pleases
tell me where
and I will go,
if it pleases
my soul;
if my intuition,
for once, is not
restrained by
idiomatic sensibilities.
Poem © 2011 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid, at Magpie Tales.
Poetry, Art, and Commentary by Rick Burnett Baker
sometimes intuition is the silent voice and sometimes the silenced. steven
ReplyDeleteThose pesky sensibilities.
ReplyDeleteOh, but sensible does not always please.
ReplyDeleteWell once again you've hit the nail square on the head. Well said .... *sigh*
ReplyDeleteYours are the words I find no words to describe... i mean the feeling they bring to me... such apparent simplicity SO full of ... volition.
ReplyDeleteSocietal expectations can be so tedious.
ReplyDelete"...idiomatic sensibilities." Sometimes, they're a good thing.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, this rings so true. Very nicely crafted.
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