poetry

Conceit

woman-vanity

Pursuing

humility

the groomed conceited, clamor for knighthood

vanity a sole dance partner, spin drama in owed woe

pucker up

hustle to the vibration, sculpt us eulogies

unlock our mirrors, we know fairy tales

this is a pomegranate, stuffed with deed

reasoned shadows waltz, poke the air with holes

cover our eyes in smooth

history

we are bright-eyed children of architecture

building castles for cherry pickers

stained in deed, over iced smiles we sit

on frosted cakes, pressured by consent

accidental tourists, in a ballet of archers

stick the boar

lance the sore

let it air

make us well

we

the sycophantic

mélange

abhor

truth in place, of vanity’s trend

strike a pose, raise your rasping rattle

here comes divining hour, riding the backs of stallions

lathered rich in public vitriol

clamor aboard wicker man, ignore what’s taught

thrive in greed, swim unfeeling

in unseeing we lose human form

our edges, our souls, conceit is a treat

best eaten late before conscience rises to envelop

our distaste for true

reflection

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17 thoughts on “Conceit

  1. “this is a pomegranate, stuffed with deed, reasoned shadows waltz” – gosh the hidden poetry in your poetry is fantastic. I think of pomegranates stuffed with seed but you write “deed”, instead of seasoned salts, molasses, juices or spices we get “reasoned shadows waltz” – gets my mouth watering at the same time its a sense of danger like a grenade (pomegranate Sp. granada) waiting to go off.

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    • thefeatheredsleep says:

      Now you have me wanting to eat too! 😉 Yes I try to find ways of being less predictable but also I don’t want what I’m going to say to be so obvious it falls flat, equally if you say something too obscurely you lose your purpose so .. I try to walk that thin line between metaphor and story. Thank you so much my friend

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    • thefeatheredsleep says:

      I did slightly lift the accidental tourist, such a good one, but then I think we should honor groupings of classic words. I always have ‘the unbearable lightness of being’ in my head, as being probably the best ever title

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  2. trE says:

    I am here for this and all its raw glory:

    “we are bright-eyed children of architecture

    building castles for cherry pickers

    stained in deed, over iced smiles we sit

    on frosted cakes, pressured by consent

    accidental tourists, in a ballet of archers

    stick the boar

    lance the sore

    let it air

    make us well

    we

    the sycophantic

    mélange

    abhor”

    Whatever you do, don’t stop writing.

    Liked by 1 person

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