Unlearned

experience and philosophy poetry

Unlearned







Unlearned things these,
Empty mind enjoys the art
De-construction learns the letters on a blotter
Time unmeasured rides a bus
Monotony is unmade when metronome has music, the little things important,
Not pretended the shape and scent of a flower, lesser

More eternal truths, any other thing might become unlearned,

Racism, hatred, lies un-taught to
Un-drop bombs in un-fought wars, all
Unmade the way of revelation and-or
Unimaginable the birth of a child
Unblemished with un-sown seeds of hate
Unselfish as butterflies are too light to be.


Hans Lillegard