I—impassioned by art, philosophy—
ask for help.
“Would you piece this together for me?
Some things I see, but some I don’t.
All I want to do is know."
I feel the fire burn within as
wonder rises and spins
through my little stretching mind.
Then I melt as I look up.
Laughter? A sneer?
Oh my goodness
what am I doing here?
“No," says professor,
"You can’t do that.
It does not fit within this craft, that is,
what I am getting at in class."
“What can I do?” I ask.
Professor stops,
“I assume you jest?
It's plain for all to see.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s not for me.”
“Then you must read and read
and read, and maybe then
you’ll understand what
your peers already can.”
I rise, thank professor for the time,
go, shut off my mind, find
a corner and cry.
I want nothing to do with such a craft.
You criticize, you pull apart,
but all I want is
to know and appreciate the art.
2 October 2019
I read the whole thing and then re-read the title…. and proceeded to laugh very hard!!
Very well put!
You, of all, would know and understand. Now I can laugh too because you were there to make it light. Thank you!