Limpets and lemmings,
champions of inertia,
heralds of the status quo.
In their unwavering passivity,
they reveal the absurdity
of our frenetic world.
Limpets, unmoving,
a satire of steadfast conservatism,
clinging to tradition,
to their familiar rocks.
Lemmings, wandering,
a sardonic parody
of aimless ambition,
drifting through life's liminal spaces.
In their silent revolution,
they invite us to question,
to reflect on our own pursuits,
our own values,
in a world obsessed with motion.
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I love the last line "In a world obsessed with motion" that pretty well sums up modern society. And the lemmings well that pretty well sums up humans as well. A nice piece of work my friend most poetically said
That’s good to hear as this final version has been ready for over a year now. 🙏🏻🕊️
You seem to hang onto works far longer than I Cryptic. I think I would loose them before that.
I had images virtually uninvited in my head of both limpets and lemmings I have known and do know. So, of myself? hmm.. well...
It’s now an epidemic proportioned overpopulation, perhaps 🤔🙏🏻🕊️ cheers dear friend 👍🏻
Your mix of insights and occasions can be very challenging (in a good way) at times.
a fine write my friend
Thank you dear Norman, cheers 🕊️🙏🏻
most welcome
Good write A. I got no poems that have been ready for a year - posted nearly all of 'em! lol.
Sometimes they don’t feel right to post at the time so they sit there waiting on their forgetful master. 🕊️🙏🏻
Well written. Your poem explores the contrast between passivity and the frenetic pace of modern life through the lens of limpets and lemmings, challenging readers to reflect on their values and pursuits in a world that often prioritizes constant motion over stillness and contemplation.
My friend, I connect with this deeply. The pressure to keep moving can feel hollow, and your poem gives permission to question momentum itself. That pause feels necessary. Thank you for sharing. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I'm coming back as a Limpet, stuck to my seat all day watching the repeats on the telly.
Not today sadly, must get my ass in motion.
I'm surprised humans make their coffins the speed we go at now.
Peace, quiet and motionless can be so calming in our lives Rik, may it always be that way.
Andy
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