Sweet, Tart, and Insanely Brilliant
A little of 3 ( sweet, tart, and insanely brilliant)
the fruitcakes of our world know much, yet we deem them crazy
The fine line between sanity and insanity has been crossed
we now no longer know who is a doctor, who is a quack
I watched her bury stones inside the earth
all over the grounds of our complex
She spoke to herself and she spoke to the aliens
God help her, one more complaint and they'd lock her up
I went home to a sane house of quiet, and kneeled
God give me the strength to survive one more day
Then I buried my amethyst deep in the soil
like the sweet tart had shown me,
Insanely Brilliant !
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment