Setting pen upon the page
thoughts a-jumble in my head
I cannot write for fear that you
will judge me by my simpleness,
the insufficient words I choose.
There is no ‘grandness’ in my speech
no eloquence from bygone years
no flowing lines inspiring awe
to elevate the common reader.
I fall somewhat short of Yeats
more Seussian in awkwardness.
The script inside this muddled brain
is clamoring for liberation,
yet just as fast as it arrives
it twice as quickly dissipates
inside of failed imagination.
I will never soar to heights
with such a feeble grasp of words,
and there is little I can share
that won’t offend a finer writer
Guess that makes you the “better fool”
to entertain this hopeless mess
as an equal, or at best
a dalliance for entertainment.
Whatever reason that you choose
I feel it best that I disclose
you’re also here at my bequest,
sharing your thoughts unopposed,
because you pique my interest.
Beware this humble scribe you see
for there is much that waits for thee.
© Ginny Brannan 2026
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