Would you just look
At the mess you’re making here?
Every word that comes out of your mouth,
Hits the floor, breaks into shards
Each with a different destination in mind;
None eventually hitting the mark.
You hop, skip, jump,
Make sloppy little pirouettes,
Spin around me like a moon with a wonky orbit;
Comfortably apart one second,
Millimeters away from colliding the next.
Yet, I know you pose no harm.
If you truly knew how to conduct
This bizarre symphony of yours,
I’d be concerned.
But trial and error
Can make a chimp
Look like a genius sometimes.
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For some,
its a trial, and trial, and trial again…
Because Someone,
a long time ago,
at creation,
forgot
some connections.
But the mother connects,
with
the chaos,
the trying,
the throwing of words,
the breaking;
Despite
the trial and error
lifestyle,
for her,
he has always been,
The Genius !
I love this very much! Didn’t think it was about a child at first, though.
Mine wasn’t about a child actually. Maavshi though, gave a new twist to the poem
Impressive play of words
keep it goin;)