A boxing ring is where we go for fighting.
It's written in the feature, in added pressure and claustrophobia. Boxed in, roped to a knock out future or winner as the last man standing.
A nature reserve is somewhat similar.
By keeping it (separate?) here it preserves the vanity that man and humanity command the ground elsewhere.
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Author:
RDS (
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Humour it is but there's more than a grain of truth in this great little write.
Thank you for reading and comment on this little limerick Michael. I began by trying to say something serious about how spaces entrain our senses but, as you read it took a more profound turn!
A kind of shoreline to the creative wave I've been riding lately.
Hope you're in the flow my friend.
J
There is truth in what you have said RDS.
Andy
Ahh, there is s truth Andy but only for those who don't see. Thanks for the read and comment my friend.
J
Good write RDS.
I lay awake some nights, ya know, thinking: 'What is the purpose of boxing? Two grown men or women bashing each other about?' Doh!
From the boxers I've met or spared with they were all tough lads who found a skill, an outlet and a way out of hard lives and crime. Haha I can't say more as I am too sensitive to purposely hurt or injure another being. I can't even kill a fly without remorse! Thanks for stopping in for a read orchidee.
J
Bit earlier from my brain to catch this flow but the point you make sits with my soul!
......... ouch.. the truth hurts dunnit
and an intriguing analogy to boot ...
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