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
hijacked amygdala 
“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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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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P.S Love that charismatic first illustration with your poem
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Merci my friend xo xo xo
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So much imagery to love here, C. I mean, goodness, you always amaze me. “Accidental tourists, in a ballet of archers,” is going to stick with me all day. Thank you.
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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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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.
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😉 deal
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Good! I’m going to hold you to this, you know…
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I love a good rant and the language had the energy of the running of the bulls in Pamlona. Whooohooo….
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Thank you so much! I like the image of the running of the bulls ! 🙂 xo
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‘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’
Yes.
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HAPPY DANCE !
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“Distaste for true reflection” beautifully cradted in your words and illustrated in the painting.
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Thank you so very much for your lovely words I appreciate you xo
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You’re welcome.
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I love this right here …….
‘cover our eyes in smooth
history’
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