exist-inguished crises





~ imPRESSions ~


  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2023 04:50
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 17
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.


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    • crypticbard

      Oh, that's good, really good! Compost is a perfect image to correspond this with. Thanks for sharing 2781.

      • 2781

        I'll stick to one word replies, safer. Cheers

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      • orchidee

        Yep, you've cryptically lost me again! My un-cultured fault! lol.

        • crypticbard

          No fault oc, no fault at all.

          • orchidee

            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).

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          • Bella Shepard

            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!

            • crypticbard

              Thanks Bella, that is so insightful and quite a treat - the idea of fertiliser and venue for new life.

            • Doggerel Dave

              Dead right - both will be forgotten; social media interactions have their own means of decay....

            • L. B. Mek

              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)

              • crypticbard

                And where is it meant to end(?), one of many queries that inevitably arise! Thanks dear L.B.

              • sorenbarrett

                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.

                • crypticbard

                  No, that's right; not dismal at all. Thanks Soren.

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