understanding

An Understanding

Rarities inscribed with scribbles

Nothing new here,

Nothing to see

Early dusk was the worst time,

To view his work

The same work I could never,

Fully understand

I was accompanied by a lady,

Who wore her blond hair,

Long and straight

She wore sunglasses,

Which were too big,

For such a stunning face

She look at all the works

She gazed in such awe

I saw none of what she did

I was too bored,

In need of a cocktail,

And just overly unamused

She claims to see,

Every bit of the beauty,

Hidden within these pieces

I only see the lines

Line which were not perfectly straight,

Not equally thick,

And with no meaning to me at all

But, it’s all good

Different strokes for different folks

Some like to write,

Useless lines,

Which often only make sense,

To the author

And others like to construct lines,

Lines drawn with shaky hands,

Originally seen through,

Faded eyes

The same eyes I don’t look through,

Somethings are better left unexplained,

Underappreciated,

Or completely ignored

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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Evident

Readily perceived by the eye
Or the understanding
It’s all too evident; obvious, and apparent
plain gesture
Not without love, but lacking sentiment and depth
All in error, but covered up, quick and neat
Everything relating to conscious feelings, ideas, and impulses
Have been thrown to the fishes
That contain repressed feelings and untouchable voids
To make this clear or evident
Requires smoke and mirrors
So, to the eye or the understanding
Nothing is exactly as it should be
Nothing can be shown for what it truly is
Instead, sculpt your approval with a hearty and heavy laugh
To prove and put beyond any doubt, or question
The evidence of the guilt 
Which drips at the ports of provident destinations
Nothing more than a list or invoice
Marked for your approval
© Dicky J Loweman 2015