How messy, taking courage as mantra that talk
May lean on a magic way to exist;
Stories feed the soul with struggle myths and don’t balk,
For the vulnerable on which to subsist.
How messy, taking courage as mantra that talk
May lean on a magic way to exist;
Stories feed the soul with struggle myths and don’t balk,
For the vulnerable on which to subsist.
Like those geese, bet they’d taste nice too.
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very good!
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Thanks! At least, as usual, the pain doesn’t go on for too long!
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The words I read but not comprehend
the author’s meaning or intent.
That is why poems I view
as things to eschew
for while the meaning of each word is clear
I the totality does not cohere
and it seems to me up in the ionosphere.
. . . eh, not good at writing poems either
and not just reading has me in a dither.
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If you substitute: ‘Just what the author might intend’ then you have a winner. Had you been subjected to constant blather about ‘the struggle’ from people who had sat in safe places and taken no actual part, it would make more sense to you.
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