commonplace poem

I read my poems down in town
By the ancient abbey grounds
Some stopped to listen, even to applaud
Good Lord!
Others just walked, a few looked round
(No doubt they were Impressed
By the extravagance of my dress)
But a madman in a patchwork gown
Came up to me and whispered
This is not the time nor place
– His breath was hot upon my face –
The more you work your words around
The more you sound profound
The more the people nod and clap
Ultimately, my friend, you see
It’s all just commonplace

Copyright © Robert Hale 2020.

(Image from page 62 of "Stories from the Arabian nights" (1911). Art by Edmund Dulac. From Internet Archive Book Images on Flickr.com. Public domain.)

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