Unsharpened

Not nostalgic, wistful, blissful

wishful, tearful, woeful, forceful,

heretical, sexual, political, snappy,

happy, sad, romantic or mad.

Dull as a butter knife, lyrical

like an off-key song, exciting as

everything’s right and nothing’s

gone wrong, neither rain nor shine.

Never could be called sublime, 

divine, crude, cruel, kind, refined, 

sympathetic, copacetic, and it’s 

not shameful, nor disdainful.

Must stanzas be presented with 

purpose, can lines share feelings

without meaning, what is a pencil

if, like this poem, it has no point?