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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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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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. 🙏🏻🕊️
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
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