Sonnet XXVI

A poem

Cerulean Sky (Lenner Gogli)

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No serious poet ever said "cerulean"
When all he really meant to say was "blue",
For then he'd be less poet, more Epicurean
And to his own self pleasure would be true.
A word, it must be undeniable
To pierce the veil of doubt and wound the soul,
And to that end, the simple and reliable
Locutions of our parlance bear the toll
Of many a deep and perspicacious thought:
So clear they rise to glorious cliché,
And stand against those men who think they ought
To grandiloquilate to have their say.
All this to say, my lyrics can't contest
With what "I love you" says, and would say, best.

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