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Converted runway into "runs away". Poetic licence.
A Curious Man
“Curiosity is the wick
in the candle of learning.”
— William Arthur Ward
It’s a mess, his mind.
It dances,
The only part of him that does,
It lingers then runs away
On a whim, on an idea,
That, virus-like, takes him
Down exciting pathways,
A prey to his curiosity,
Where he draws aside veils
That few normal men
Dare to part.
His realm is also a mess.
Papers, notes, books,
A microscope, two actually,
A brass Tibetan singing bowl,
A decanter of port, brandy.
Paintings, plants, music.
A rubber puppet of Leonid Breznev.
Three lacrosse balls,
Chinese medicine balls,
A computer and an abacus.
A kaleidoscope of stuff:
A harlequin testament
To a curious mind.
He’s not a rugged man,
Not a blokey man,
Not even a man’s man.
He laughs at the ridiculous.
Has no football team,
Hard pressed to even name one.
Writes poetry of various sorts,
Abhors cruelty and injustice.
Gets emotional easily,
His voice will quaver,
And his eyes water readily.
But he doesn’t care,
It’s because he does.
As men go, he is, well...
Curious.
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Sounds like someone I'd love to hang out with! Enjoyed this J Cosmo 🙂
ReplyDeleteNice one, Cosmos
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
A curious mind is good to have!
ReplyDeleteHe's a man who knows who he is, which is a good start. Your poem made me think of a Kris Kristoffersen song, I think it's called The Prophet.
ReplyDeleteSomeone once told me, meaning it as a compliment, that I have what's known as an enquiring mind, and that this is why I'm never bored. I think that might be right ... and it's another name for curiosity.
ReplyDeleteTo be curious is maybe the most important.
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