Why?

You don't see?
Must I use unnecessary words?
It is all there, in the unspoken verse.
It jumps out at you, as a child hiding behind
The curtain, eager to see his knowing
Mother's feigned surprise.
It is all there in the unwritten
Doggerel, as one whose countenance
Booms wisdom and spawns dread
In the most edified scholar.
You see it. I know you do.
Yet, you beg me to illuminate
What is too raw to endure the brilliance

Of the unshaded essence.

Naida Lavon

2007