Like politicians I enjoy a day with a little bluster. Granted a very different varietal of wind tends to originate from both sources. Not to mention less is often more in both scenarios. That phrase perplexed me endlessly as a child the first time I heard it, how can less be more? Fun fact, I learned it during the film “Angels in the Outfield”. Classic. I never did stop “looking to the skies”, though not so much for athletically gifted cherubs as inspiration in general.
A bit of an unusual creation today. Less conventional format and rhyme scheme. That said, one of the joys of being ‘the writer” is that I can do whatever the hell I want. Na-na (voice of Simpson’s Comic Book Guy please).
Ladders and Snakes, Feb. 5, 2018.
Maladroit from vicious cuss
Inundates your conscious thus
Mental chains we are all trussed
Forgiveness of self a must
Carry on beyond your will
To empty aquifers fill
Otherwise you rot until
Inside you finally kill
Drought-like thoughts can only lie
Life like deserts rendered dry
Buried spirits still must try
Everyday until they die.
I’m going to let you chew on that and determine your own meanings. It was composed at the same time but in obscure, overlapping stages. No, I don’t really know what that means either.:)
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.