This poem conveys my view of "genius" as something more mundane than just brilliance.
|A genius is a special kind indeed:
he or she is a creature of the mind
who goes where breaths of inspiration lead
like mythic Muses on a Grecian wind;
some have the gift of poesy like Keats
and some the gift of music like Mozart;
some pen pastorals of farms, fields and sheep
while others write refrains that move the heart.
The divine gift of genius is a tool
conferred by one's high Muse to create art,
music and science to ennoble the fool
in every tribe of which we are a part.
But if your genius be not in this rhyme,
then share the greater "genius" that's your time.