Simplicity: A poem 

My keyboard says to me 

if all you could do was see 

Shut out the complex metaphors 

like the wind from my windows 

I have problems with my spelling 

Abstracts give my senses a drilling 

Simplicity comes without the thrilling 

My poetry needs a little chilling 

Is honey blue on paper? 

Realisations can end the caper  

Ideas are steam not vapour 

Their hustle can be reduced to a taper 

If I cease to cook up a storm 

Let simplicity be my norm 

And ingenuity of the soul 

string my pearls to gold