Disconnect

It occurred to me I think more and more like a poet Thoughts jumbled with imagery Off in my own colourful world Small wonder there’s a disconnect With dusty musty pencil pushers People whose minds have shrivelled up Have trouble seeing art and beauty for what they are Gifts from above I can’t relate to people Bent on upward and forward People with hardened hearts Their erected walls with tiny doors Tightly locked with guarded keys They look down from lofty towers Baffled and indignant At meaningless people like you and me To them we’re satisfied with so very little We look at the world Through poet lenses Yes we appreciate that subtle dimension That’s invisible to most Keeping the pathway to the heart open The channel clear Seeing that life’s real treasures Are being offered only To the receptive soul AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on February 9, 2018 for contest LOSS OF AN INNOCENT MIND sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEWMANN