Like a magnet of negative polarity,
Absorbing efforts to impress like spear heads,
Into the fragile innards of confidence.
Knowledge within knowing,
Begin feeling and apply the wisdom,
Like bandages of compression,
Rejection of the desire to feel small,
Not all, awareness of left hands,
My stylus prefers mine,
Perhaps the truth is in the unknowing,
The decision to hold back,
Despite the clever abstract arrogance,
Not to hold in hands with coals,
That burn like doting ducklings in winter.
Rowan Blair Colver