Intellect Makes A Poor Blanket
I don't want to write another poem about my feelings. Not a clever collection of words in a clever order, not even in an honest way. The skills I may or may not have, displayed on occassion, mean little when the pen is dormant and my cleverness does me no good at all. Intellect makes a poor blanket. I can feel superior but not warm. I know more shivering. To be stupid and comfortable.
Steve Regan
Fri 15th Jan 2010 11:02
To be warm in personality as well as clever is to be cherished. I like your self awareness. Beware of people who are neither warm nor clever. There are quite a few of those on the poetry scene!