ACCEPTANCE

I am bereft, desolate 
Mortified humbled
I can not, in me, find 
The cleverness for flowery

I read your poetry with excitement
In awe of the verbal skills
The word mastery shown by
The tenets of this lofty forum

I have much to learn 
Alright I envy
In-depth self-search presents only
Cerebral acres of empty

I long for flowers from my pen
The ability to stir the soul
To expound on colors
To own these vocabularies

With phrases so poetic
As to free the spirit 
Unleash the tongue
And let fly a verbal bouquet 

Alas, I stand in black
The plain talker
The “get to the pointer”
Revealed as simple

“He is a journalist aspired to poet"
"He is a simple word purveyor"
Owning a penchant for the austere 
Known to turn roses gray

Enough of bemoaning my fate
Can a leopard rearrange his spots
A turtle vacate his shell
A skunk disguise his smell

I am who I am
Regardless of ability.....I call
Excepting of the plain..... I write
For words left unwritten......

Are poison to the soul.

Thank you those
who put up with my plain,
and accept my simplicity