Parallels
Small delight,
a sunset.
Its purpose,
though brief,
to exist,
and then vanish.
Nothing left behind,
but stars.
The parallels.
The purpose.
Perhaps I am a sunset.
And you. As well.
Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
Very profound. I read it twice before it hit me. The second time I read it with a slightly different rhythm I wonder how you would read it. I have been pondering a poetry reading podcast.
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Yeah, I get that. There are two reasons I was thinking about the podcast. One is that Mr Worms doesn’t really enjoy reading my poetry but gets a lot more out of it if I read it to him. And the other is that recently my aunt introduced me to a poet called David Whyte – you might know him …British/Irish? Anyway, his poetry is full of big concept words and it didn’t really speak to me when I read it myself. But when I listened to various interviews with him in which he read his own poetry, he made it come to life and I understood it a lot better. So with these two ideas, I started thinking about how some people will get the music of poetry more if it’s read aloud than if they have to read words arranged on a page. But it’s only the merest seed of a thought at the moment. I was interested to get your feedback though.
bloomin’ ‘eck, Misk, this is heavy for a Monday morning.
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I wrote it on a Wednesday. 😂
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I like this a lot, clever concise and intriguing
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Thank you!
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