Tom Hitt Poet Rhyme

This Middle Rung

In ignorance, bliss!
This bottom rung,
we speak as we choose
and that gets the job done.

Yes, ignorance mired
in language unkempt-
the parlance of paupers,
ill-regarded, undreamt.

In tolerance, wise!
This highest rung-
we speak as the learned
and get the job done.

Where lofty words sing
amidst high-minded mind-
the old tongues of conflict,
new tongues now refine.

In limbo, angst!
This middle rung-
the higher won't save us,
the lower we shun.

Just enough rope payed out,
just enough slack-
For me and Pygmalion
to launch our attack.

~TH~ 2015
http://wrongwaywriteway.com

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Kp Nunez April 3, 2015 at 2:36 PM Oh...I know the feeling. Good that in Poetry Soup, there is nonstop offer of poetry contests! One can either ignore, or rise to the challenge and see how far one can go at anything new...Win or loose, one is in the company of friendly, kindhearted souls that offer continuous encouragement. Insightful, introspective write! Kim :) Tom Hitt April 4, 2015 at 11:37 AM Thanks for the comments Kim! ~Tom~