A Scholar Manqué

It is April again so it must be NaPoWriMo.  Writing a poem a day really does make April the Cruelest month breeding poems out of a dead land.  Here is today’s:

There is something
liberating about
being a scholar manqué.
I can soar like a hummingbird
and sting
like a buttercup.
And even when I find myself alone
on a path
in the middle of a dark wood,
I am not truly alone.
With Nobody there
to guide me on one side,
and the wine merchant’s son
whispering in my ear on the other side,
sympathetic even while he laughs
at my foibles,
I stumble along avoiding
and ignoring
and even failing to see

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