Absence of Complication

By Jessica Langley

Is it the simple things of life perceived as the most beautiful?
A fountain pen, two roads in a wood, or a bowl of fruit
To find beauty in these is talent, an extraordinary miracle
A terrible shame, for upon looking at these, my mind is mute
Poets - praised endlessly for their artistic eyes
And though of brilliance, it feels excessive as such
What about the rest? They are left to despise
Mothers, fathers, partners-poets no longer touch
For in my eyes this is beautiful simplicity
But the irony is clear, now they are too simple to use
Poems must have a meaning, a philosophical mystery
Something that must leave the reader to muse
My words may not be valued, but I wish to question
Must we overthink inanimates to have a respected expression

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