Minced Words

How can I do without mincing words I have to deal with you To delay dimple in dews To deposit my desires in your milieu To bring out your spectrum of hues And then only I can present you before the connoisseurs Who wait for elegance and euphony Who make intense scrutiny Of assonance and metaphors How come then I will avoid mincing This plain straight jacket clichéd word Worn out by everyday use through aeon Hence the glistening knife of restless neurons Hence the laser to hone the shape and size Hence the file to smoothen the rough edges This is the art of all the sages in millions of pages You pick anyone from Shakespeare to Sylvia Mincing of words all took as the principia Instead of just black and white Isn’t it better to have the bougainvillea ______________________________________________ June 24, 2016 For Minced Words – Poetry Contest Sponsor: John lawless