Assigned Reading
by Anonymous
1 min. read — May 30, 2022
The margins are filled
With the ink I've spilled
Fragmentary reflections on love,
A haunting sketch of a dying dove
Too personal to be found as interesting
As some superficial thing
Look beside the print to find
The workings of the average mind
Unspoken, what we all know to be true,
Laid out right in front of you
Guesswork not required,
Simply not how I am wired
Isn't that what should be desired,
Lacking the labor that makes us tired
No complex meaning here lies,
Needing to be cut down to size.
Simply the mind's wanderings
And bountiful ponderings
Extracted and set to rhyme
As though anyone would take the time
To reflect on written words
Before they sour like curds