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Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
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- Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 21st, 2022 08:16
- Comment from author about the poem: when the orchillenge transitions into more
- Category: Unclassified
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Ohh, don't bother about daft ole Orchi, they say! He dunno what year it is, let alone what day of the orchilenge it is! lol.
If you don't complete the orchilenge he will set his imaginary dog on you. He is a sandwich short of a picnic, and his dog's short of a bone!
There's always plenty to snack on, the picnic basket is never empty!
You know that sandwich joke? Or is it just UK?!
And you got all your sandwiches?! lol.
A great pick for music to accompany this image crammed piece. This speaks to me of deception and falseness in the words "get off your knee" and the reference to continued "lucid hate". Also the reference to rainbow tears. That false promise that there would be no further floods. Tired of continued pleas not even the mirror can give a true reflection of this person and you are forced to face a new birth or start. But maybe this is just my take. Wonderful imagery regardless..
The chosen music leads into the lament so well Rik - the superb imagery underscores how weary a battered heart can feel. Love that final line and having this penning of tearful endings in my list of favourites
Thanks kindly Fay. It's good to hear your welcome thoughts. And at this point the music was not a sure shot and your feedback has put that niggling to rest, so again, thank you. Perhaps the final thought allows us to see that it isn't so much what led to lamentation but how we come out of that dark forest that truly matters, in a similar vein to Hansel and Gretel and such. Have an awesome week!
the ending came too quick .. and took my breath away 🙂
Perhaps this shall be given an extended treatment down the road, it may just develop that way. Thanks for your intuitive observation Nev!
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