I have this good friend. I have mentioned him in previous posts. He is an inspiration, encourager, and challenger. He has called my creations “pithy”. I am not as painstaking meticulous as is he. Things come to my mind. I tend to voice them, pen them, and leave them as they are birthed in my mind.
I do not intend to be disrespectful to those who endure Tourette syndrome, but I have described myself as being a bit Tourette-like. If something comes to mind, I am inclined to regurgitate it in raw-form. Hopefully, I do not do this in a disrespectful, harmful way. Rather, at least I would like to think, things come out in an unpolished, raw way that reflects my pithy mediocrity.
Anyway, this good friend recently sent another one of his poems and it captivated me. The poem led to some email correspondence between the two of us and the following creation spilled out.
Asp Enticement
“Hiss.
Hey.
Whoa.
You gotta see this!
More than a beauty.
It holds power.
Don’t you want to know?
Forget what you heard.
This thing is the real deal.
I am not asking you to sell your soul.
You have been hoodwinked by a naysayer.
Just a little nibble.
You will KNOW.”
Know. Knowing.
Gnawing.
Regretting.
If only, NO.
Richard L. Brewer
8/29/19
Mediocre Meanderings 