A lamb amongst wolves, a dove circled by vultures
A man called mad in this world's cultures
Reasoning with a spider, hands up calming a raging wave
A lunatic speaks to the hangman digging his own grave
Mumbles and grumbles, babble to the rabble
Tumbles after stumbles, in patching broken eggs we dabble
A dented can, only half a man, different than the rest
Broken teeth on tin, the food within tastes the best
Hope extends in straightening bends in a sunbeam
In blind night painting black and white a colored dream
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Yes, I'm just chatting to this spider, saying, Come indoors and build your web in the lounge!' lol.
That's funny Orchi I was chatting with a spider that asked me into my house and told me to sit on her web. Thanks for the read my friend its appreciated
Enjoyed it! Clever write!
Thank you Katie I appreciate your read and kind words
The poem explores the concept of isolation and the perception of madness in a world that often values conformity over individuality. It juxtaposes the innocence and vulnerability of the speaker with the predatory nature of society, questioning who the real fool is in the face of such a harsh reality. Yet the poet seems to explore the concept of isolation and the perception of madness in a world that often values conformity over individuality. It juxtaposes the innocence and vulnerability of the speaker with the predatory nature of society, questioning who the real fool is in the face of such a harsh reality.
Thank you Friendship for the review and interpretation. You have seen through the mask and penetrated the veil. It is most appreciated.
Once upon a time they locked the mad away, then someone had a bright idea of letting them into the community, but through time they lost them.
Now these mad people run governments and the sane allow them, which gets me wondering whose actually mad.
Thank you Paul for the review and yes this can go in many directions. Mad were initially killed, then became muses, then locked away, called possessed, ignored and now govern
This touched me so much. The dents and the teeth marks as well as the patching of broken eggs. 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you Cryptic for your read and comment it is with gratefulness that you felt the meaning. Your attention is most appreciated my friend
Most welcome, Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
foolitude and reasoness are transient states !
Thanks so much Lorenz for your read and comment I think I would agree
Well done this is fantastic!
Thank you so much for the review and and kind words of support
Of course!
Beautifully written I love the metaphors I can totally tune into this and totally understand what you're writing I have the same issues
Thank you so much for the review and kind words of understanding they are appreciated
Soren, that image of “a dented can, only half a man” really catches me…it says more about survival than a whole stanza could. You’re pairing grit and grace in a way that lingers long after the last line. Stunning piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much my friend for your review. Your encouragement and support is most appreciated
You are most welcome, Soren.
Your choice in descriptive sensory words provide not only a lovely read but evokes sensations, I can almost hear these words. Great write Soren.
Thanks you so much for your read and kind words of support they are appreciated
Showing just how mad the world is at this time soren, well written.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy yes it does seem so. I appreciate your interpretation and words
Rather wise and persuasive... A good and impressive write!
Thank you so much for the read and words of encouragement they are appreciated
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