I’m a warm-hearted peasant
In the unrelenting cold
Holding in my hand
A deck of desired lovers
With broken promises untold.
I keep the homeless street people
Endlessly amused
Recounting stories of ignorance and innocence
In pursuit of making a lonely connection
With beautiful girls
Skilled in the art
Of manipulative rejection.
But no fall or terrible blunder
Threatening to destroy my mind
And plow me under
Ever leaves me disconcerted
Or skeptical of my destiny:
I’m the beautiful idiot
Weaving rose petals into necklaces
And showering the world
With kindness and romantic dreams.
I’m the beautiful idiot Weaving rose petals into necklaces - lovely and striking
Kindness and romance will always be in style. This is also true of the poet who penned this. Take care. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
Better being a beautiful idiot, than an ugly bore. I loved this one, nicely handled by your pen, a pleasure to find. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Where innocence is bliss, tis folly to be wise. Your poem illustrates this saying with more than a little tongue in cheek. Ironic and yet always warm, your words sing to this reader. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This contains all the elements of a worthy play - pathos, humor, love. What a wonderful poem! The images resonate in the visual cortex - the meaning in another spot? ? ? I don't even know what I mean by that. I just admire the poem. - Will