Detachment

I only wish that I were smarter.
Smarter is a starter
That can help in dealing with a matter;
Bring awareness to the whole.
(be it bowl or foal or jowl or vowel).

Yet I’m smart enough to roll  
Around inside my head
Things read, things said -
And without knowing where I‘m going,
Using synthesis and heart,
Get to some conclusion
I’d no inkling at the start.

With detachment
But not distant or aloof,
It becomes a state where mind dictates
With fairness, and then, ****!
Seeing sides that I’d not guessed were there,
There they are, staring me right in the face,
The space filled with but one desire:
To write an excellent poem!

Using homely word formation,
Something in me tackling issues
From the street talk of my childhood station.
To cues taken the abstruseness.

With the first idea a preconception,
And a gift for self-reflection.
It’s a doubly living counterpart:
One not-really-smart facade  
Echoing the outside bard,
And one that always  looks inside
And finds a chord
That’s fresh and new (or one or two).
A movement of improvement.

Being cool is part
Of being smart.
A clue
To an innate IQ
That doesn’t always show
Until you grow into it.

Detachment 7.19.2020 Definitely Didactic II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin