Philosophy Lesson - Poem by Amy Marie
My black boots clap against
The well-tanned tile: Applauding
As I enter the room of the mind.
Harshly blanket the slanty
Desk of mine.
Chalk dust scattered across the
Blackboard - like stars -
Pleades my imitation of its words.
But my pen has a different idea -
Pen! You drip dark ink of thought
Onto my unwelcoming yellow purse
Before sliding smoothly across
My notebook's naked page.
It begs my thoughts to clothe it
In Originality's Plum Sundress -
The Sundress of Bliss derived from Sadness!
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