Hymn to Intellectual Curiosity

OK, all 4 of you who follow ConnectHook
I want you to know that I REALLY DID write this one today
(for NaPoWriMo) during a slow Friday afternoon at work.
Feedback appreciated – it is still malleable…

The cat once killed again takes up her plume
to write in the air with a sinuous tail;
a valiant attempt at true life to resume.
Penultimate of nine? Or eighth to fail…

The literate lioness’s spectral quill
fresh-dipped in fountains of blood-red ink
(along with sharpened claws) warns: time to kill—
but God would give us all more time to think.

Although certain races and social classes
display not a trace of Curiosity,
Humanity (being higher than their asses)
should counter such donkey-like paucity.

Boredom is beastly—it burdens the mind
one should be able to sustain some good talk…
If you finally perceive they are not of your kind
then pity them. Smile—and let the dullards walk.

A good conversation (by block-heads reviled)
costs only the interest—it’s free of price!
This birthright of every man, woman and child
imparts life to variety, adding spice.

A bite on the tongue, or a shake in the pan
enlivens the food, while enhancing the taste.
Be it preaching or sophistry, blessed is the man
consuming such dishes, no wordage to waste.

Yet most are content to survive on stale bread,
or drive through for fries and a Happy Meal.
Then, quickly digested, the pleasure dead,
it’s on to the stop sign. Their tires squeal.

Attempting to talk with such silly people
whose frame of reference is mainly: What?
Can drive one to brewery, cloister, or steeple
in search of that city whose gates never shut.

When word, wit and wisdom flow out of the mouth
enjoyment sings welcome as springtime arrives.
But ignorance pushes the birds further south
re-freezing the surface of puddled lives.

If you need some assistance, go purchase a cup
or run down to the liquor-store. Brew up some tea.
Be sure that your affective filter’s not up,
grammar monitor running functionally.

Art, sports, philosophy, music or sex—
please make it a good one. The topic is moot.
Don’t bore me with shopping. Don’t mention your Ex.
But swim to the deep end or bend for my boot.

The cat is now road-kill, her mission has failed.
One pussy-life left. Let your next chat count.
Don’t claim that you didn’t know what it entailed,
were unsure of the topic, idea, or amount.

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17 comments on “Hymn to Intellectual Curiosity

  1. Beleaguered Servant says:

    This is unusually cryptic.

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  2. I’m not very good at giving poetry feedback. I really liked this line, “Boredom is beastly – it burdens the mind” and also this one, “The cat is now road-kill, her mission has failed.”

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  3. wiseblooding says:

    An excellent beginning … I’ve had the same thoughts though I could not express them as you do. Is it really a hymn or a plea?

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