Vaccinius

Friday, 4 August 2017

I am crazy

I am crazy, I cannot adjust
to the crowd, even one say I must.
I am crazy, and it is quite clear
one considers me to be quite dear.

In the multitude, being as one,
it is clear that the crazy is gone.
And I take in that being no part:
Recognition I want by my art.

.·: † :·.
The poem was corrected August the 4th 2017 at 08:38.
This poem is presented on the blog hop of dVerse | here |.

4 comments:

  1. Clear trimeter sound. "Crazy" is what annoys the "multitude". Nice poem.

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  2. You've nailed the trimeter and expressed what many of us feel about the inability to adjust
    to the crowd.

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  3. Story of my life -- one minute crazy, the next minute crazy is gone!

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