I took a wrong turn as I memorized a sonnet and uncovered a limerick.
I uncovered a subject matter that I would never treasure.
Red open garments clouded my consciousness.
I regret that I didn't
discard the newspaper that featured fireside poems and wished that I could relieve the moment.
I sought confession, fourteen-hour workdays…anything that would relieve
me of the sight and memory of the indecent limerick.
However, I didn't
that obscured further poetic consciousness.
As soon as I removed the newspaper my consciousness
forced me to relieve
the poetic experience through the rhythm, rhyme and subject matter of fireside treasures.
I grew indignant of the methods newspaper employed to promote the limerick.
I wished that the newspaper didn't have funds for color printing.
Somehow I didn't
consider that the consciousness
which envisioned the foreshadow of the limerick
my clouded mind and enrich it with worthier treasure.
Possibly, I subconsciously treasure
the obscene because I didn't
forget the minute details of the piece, thought I hope that I relieve
myself of such memories through amnesia and renewed conciousness.
I hope that leisure permits to me to acquaint myself with poems that cause dissociate from the limerick.
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2016