The Sagacious Me/ Poem

The world calls me Sagacious,
But I know I am just fine.
I never follow the herd,
Reluctant to surrender,
Or may be –
I am an expert in discernment.
I never cared nor will I,
I may be uncouth or,
My life may be upturned.
My mind is so frozen,
That even the burning charcoal,
Can never melt even a sliver.
I have my own ways,
And I will never give up.
Even when my elbow is broken.
I will succumb only when,
The wind howls a dulcet,
Into my ears- from a mystery land,
Or the world of fairies and nightingales,
Where the snowdrops never wilt.

This is written for Wordle #166 in Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.
The word prompts being :
1. Snowdrop
2. Fine
3. Uncouth
4. Sagacious- having or showing acute mental discernment and keen practical sense; shrewd
5. Upturned
6. Dulcet- pleasant to the ear: melodious
7. Reluctance
8. Follow
9. Charcoal
10. Surrender
11. Elbow
12. Sliver
13. Discernment

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  1. There is true art in your ability to structure cohesive thoughts around seemingly unrelated prompts. You have woven the words into a piece that is impressive on its own, regardless of what got you there. Well done!

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