Free Cee Just One More Mystic Mile

IS THAT A TRIFLE OR A RIFLE? Weightless Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool A pool that portended peace A peaceful pool in the coolness of a kiss in springtime A scene of serenity Weightless Thinking Unblinking Sinking into a pool of my own A pool of thought Caught somewhere between actuality and a playground in Poughkeepsie And the thought occurs to me No longer a blur to me But crystal clear As I consider the word “trivia” as in those trivia games people play One might choose to say that I have a dispute with “Trivial Pursuit” Well for just a moment or two let’s examine, explore, expose and exhume if you will The meaning of the word “trivia” Now I don’t own a dictionary, nor does anyone nearby But as far as I can tell The root word of “trivia” is trivial As in unimportant, inconsequential, insignificant, and most notably Trifling And so I’m rifling through the attics and dungeons of my medulla oblongata And I gotta say, in reference to these trivial games No matter how convivial the participants are I’m not spending hours being asked frivolous questions And hearing petty answers Answers that may be wrong or right And thus to be edified and educated by the inconsequential Meaning, in essence, of no consequence to anyone At anytime In any place But that’s just my opinion Coming from someone who comes dangerously close to being labeled a fool Weightless Weightless while watching water in a wading pool Floating And noting the trivial and trifling © 2012…copyright…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~