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Click hereladybug impervious
to my charms
written in sanskrit
for my own edification
I can't help my extremist views
left me a husk
of a man
hoisted by my hubris
challenged yet another municipality
to offer their funds for beatification
that they read as beautification
left bloodstains on painted walls
offer me a fiddle to play
and a fence to sit on
while I watch the world burn
complacent in my own ineptitude
I can just see all this unfolding before my eyes.
Like a flower, layer by layer we pick the petals
only to see what's inside has escaped and left us
unsure and so confused.
Just me ~ Love this one Fool ~!!!
Intriguing observations both of himself and of the world. Thin layer of cynicism could not hide the care and most likely frustration of inability to change much in the burning world.
I liked very much each of the stanzas, but as a whole it reads more like a collection of four independent stanzas than one integrated poem. When I read it as four independent units I enjoyed it though. I am curious though to hear other’s take on this angle.
Apathy, neglect, complacency, ineptitude all present factors as the world reels further and further out of control. Today's equivalent ~ a man playing an Air Guitar. A timely poem.
This is exquisite!!
and I am so, SO, glad to see someone use beatification and beautification the right way, lol. I have tried to explain it to several people and they give me that, you're so dumb, look
enjoyed the tone of this one and I am glad to see you posting poetry again!!
xoxox
maria