Acumen

It's another Tuesday and the wonderful Hedgewitch is hosting Open Link Night over at D'Verse.  Stop on by, read a wealth of amazing poetry and get even more involved by submitting one of your own.

To be clever, I penned the most epic of tales

I was coy, with my use of ink

As I toyed with shades, deviating from black to pink

To the letter, I smiled at my freshly painted grail

I scrawled the most impressive verse,

With words so grand, ‘twas impossible to rehearse

For the better, I chose for my masterpiece to set sail

Upon my very own flesh based canvassed skin

With the very first character, from chest it would begin

But was this wisdom? Never, for from each line would grow a tail,

Moments after composition, I would stand for hours in admiration

While the mirror’s smirking grin would purvey its mocking adulation

So soon I’d grow much redder, upon recognition of my errs

Where the text written on me, the mirror could not see,

Only divining the reversal, a hieroglyphic incomprehensibility

And there it rest, severed, embittered and stale

As the wet rag would cloth me, erasing the scribbling clean,

A solace ranged o’er me, for my acumen, forever’d go unseen