Poem Good Enoiugh

Sometimes it's good to take another look at old prejudices.

Good Enough Pleasure is the measure, a configuration     of rhyming words, so adroit that     it jumped from the page, in someone else’s     writing And the cleverness put my mind at work, turning     the words over and laying them back     against one another, like mirror images     that trap the seriousness of me I would like to think my ordered life     has other measures     and carries a worth too illusive     for catchy phrases But it caught me by the throat, dead center     this pleasure that is so much the measure     of the days I lay aside, unmirrored Good enough I sigh and look out the window

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.