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Good day, dear pancakes and waffles, may you all frolic endlessly in the golden syrup fields. Remaining forever drenched but never soggy, your best, complex carbohydrate lives.
Alright let’s progress to something even less sensible. When sitting down that day I wanted to create something deeply uplifting and inspiring in a meaningful way. Now, reverse all of that and a more accurate description of the poem to follow emerges. So then that’s… shallowly downlifting and uninspiring in a meaningless way. Mission Accomplished!
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“Fraille”, November 4, 2020.
Trapped deep within an impenetrable wood
Effectively blind and affectively sightless
The forest for the trees but the trees for the forest
Each eliminating the other like well-behaved equations
The resultant void so paradoxically busy
Sibilant voices and dark cloaked figures
A rotted haunt, the sustenance of the unmade
Insufficient for survival but more than enough to starve.
————————————————————————————————————————————————-That’s actually slightly less depressing than the original draft. So, one of my favourite mantras once more rings true, it could always be worse! Admittedly, such a notion was first conceptualized for me by a cartoon fox, and mid-song at that, but a good philosophy should never be judged by its medium. Unless it’s a fortune telling medium in which case the cartoon fox is suddenly upgraded to Cassandra. Is it fair to use a fictional seeress to make fun of very real b.s. prognosticators? Yeah probably, but they’ll never see it coming.
-Alex Blaikie
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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Blinkin’ Nora, I just don’t get the forest for the trees bit at all, and some of the other I had to read again, perhaps I’m just a simple soul, as I had to look up the word “Sibilant” and work out the differences between Effectively and Affectively. I personify the expression “You can’t please everyone all of the time…”
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This poem in a way reminds me of how my life feels right now. I’m trying to move towards being able to make a living from writing in various forms. But I feel lost and unable to find what I need to make it happen. So I’m stuck in this limbo. I’m working a job that is *ok* because I need to eat, and writing whenever I get the time outside of that. But I long to write more of the time, and do so particularly while I’m at work and meant to be doing something else…
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Beautifully evoked…🙂
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I’m not sure if I’m smart enough to decode all these metaphors! Maybe there should be a prereq for your more advanced poetry?
This phrase really struck me: “Insufficient for survival but more than enough to starve.” Living on the edge of a knife, we are. (yoda)
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Delighted again. I look forward to the smile that creeps over me as I begin to read your posts. Reminds me of my guardian, who used to say “Don’t eat what you can’t leave” and other such things around the day.
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Nice blog you got and thanks for following
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Its your humour for me. I love it
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