Decoration
I took that poster down a while ago.
Minimalism is key. So instead,
I'll hang it up in my memory.
I invited liars.
Liars lie. So did I,
The snarky comments ruminated,
Leaving behind a funny smell as they left,
That smell never went away.
I just covered it up.
Marking my domain with a sweet scent,
I found the light was heaven sent.
I opened a drawer, and I found that poster,
It’s a bit ugly now and crumpled up.
But if you want, you can help me put it back up.
I have a hammer; do you have nails?
Let’s try again to see if it fails.
- Author: Lewe Bloom ( Offline)
- Published: June 6th, 2023 18:02
- Comment from author about the poem: these nuts
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
---“To a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail.”
---Mark Twain (1835-1910)
Soman Ragavan. 7 June, 2023.
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