THE CLOAKING HOUR

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JOURNAL#3

with all my mastered might
I mentally take to flight
my many fantasies
I thoroughly explore
my reality I reign in tight
when I am curious alright,
I'll admit I often bite
I recognize ignorance personified
upon immediate sight
my perception of matters is
of quite high quality grade
but my tolerance of stupidity is slight
though through the murky waters of
the so very inhuman soul I love to wade
sometimes I merely do so to inflict wrath or spite
I am, in word form, of adequate height
perhaps it is considered arrogant to say so
but I reach my writer's peak only in
'The Cloaking Hour' of the night
of serious subjects, I often make light
I have been known to be taken wrong
even when
I was most assuredly right
leave open to me an easy option
and my interest will
noticeably decrease
like most, I am not in top form
when I am calm
or at ease
in my projection of peace
I posted my intention at the start
of this word-rhyme-word essay
my reason is prevention
used to overshadow further inner conflict
tomorrow or the following day
note, I would be ignorant in shadowed form
if the great educators of our time had their way
I choose to discontinue for this is my peace
to have my say
and or my wish to further delay
until perhaps another day
in this fair month of May
I will let my thoughts rest
quietly where they lay.......
(written May 3,1991 in the am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I really enjoyed writing this poem. I consider it though very rhyming still one of my best earlier poems. I hope you enjoy reading it.

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