Poetic Lesson 

rebellion_in_sanity

The teacher asked
what was poetry.
My hand shot up,
thought why was he asking
such obvious, silly thing?

 

​I stood up and intoned:
"Poetry was juxtaposition
of words,
arranged in the most beautiful way
so it could sprout flowers 
without a plant.

 

​Poetry was the pretence 
to know,
the pretence to tell,
yet, the high art of saying
precisely... what?

 

​Finally,
poetry thrives in 
obtuse ambiguity
as the bacteria proliferate
in dark damp corners."

 

​A cane landed on my right thigh,
it stung like crazy,
felt like mustard flowers
dancing all around;

 

​another landing of that cane
made me blabber:
"Sir, I was wrong.
Poetry is the high art of the artifices,
that my unicellular intellect
is too feeble to grasp."

 

  • Author: Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2026 08:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: Largely true. I could never manage the convoluted poetic metaphors baked into dense cookies. I used to despair during my school days why the poets couldn't write things for dimwits like myself. Out of sheer desperation I took shelter in Physics and subsequently Engineering around four decades back.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Tristan Robert Lange, Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS
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  • sorenbarrett

    It is the difficulty in mining and the rarity of the mineral that gives it value whether words or diamonds. A most lovely write that feels so real and like a parable tells its story

    • rebellion_in_sanity

      Please accept my gratitude for the fave and kind words. Thank you 🙏

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome Rebellion it is my pleasure

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Rebellion, this balances wit and critique beautifully. The flower without a plant image opens it with wonder, then the bacteria line injects satire. The cane landing reframes everything as commentary on power and suppression. Humor laced with sting…exactly how it should be. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • rebellion_in_sanity

          🤣😁😇 it\'s almost a true story. My school days were a real fight with poetry. At timmes I used to feel sorry for my teachers.

          Thank you very much for the fave and wonderful comment 🙏.

        • Neville



          To put it in the most succinct but accurate of terms .. You have both posted a blinder and have more than excelled sir .. I also now feel compelled to award x5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐& a thumbs up from me .. 👍

        • Doggerel Dave

          I really need to add to this. However I feel you quite possibly know where I stand on this matter... so 'nuff said. 👍

          Except..... Well writ, Sir.



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