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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 20th, 2023 04:50
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Compost?
Oh, that's good, really good! Compost is a perfect image to correspond this with. Thanks for sharing 2781.
I'll stick to one word replies, safer. Cheers
Safe enough here 2781. No need for monosyllabism.
I'll have to look that up!
monosyllabicism? monosyllabic responses... Coining a word 'monosyllabism' as it isn't autocorrectable. lol
Yep, you've cryptically lost me again! My un-cultured fault! lol.
No fault oc, no fault at all.
One entitled a poem 'Carpe Diem'. I took so long finding out what it meant, that by the time I found out, there was no day left to seize. Doh! lol. Well, I was looking in a fishing book for 3 hours. I thought it was an old carp - carpe. (Do shut up now Orchi. lol).
Every day and every poem is an adventure... us explorers get the most enjoyment out of the journey!
It's hard dear bard to feel positive about anything these days. Those hollow logs, in their decay, will provide nourishement for new life and hopefully a better way. Such a good write my friend!
Thanks Bella, that is so insightful and quite a treat - the idea of fertiliser and venue for new life.
Dead right - both will be forgotten; social media interactions have their own means of decay....
Yes DD, thanks!
so true! dear Poet
(generations, tasked to dream
within bit-sized hope
volition, bastardised by capitalist greed
seeking solace in ticks, swipes and clicks
while subjugating our horizons
within a marginalised scope
of ourselves)
And where is it meant to end(?), one of many queries that inevitably arise! Thanks dear L.B.
At first sight dismal, but no! I think not. Plundered and pecked to fall and rot, we as the Avatar reminds return in other forms. Our words taken by others, transformed, their source forgotten, they live on, as fire, the inventor long forgotten, except in myth as Prometheus. In nature all things have their purpose.
No, that's right; not dismal at all. Thanks Soren.
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