Welcome to the Order of the self-proclaimed elite,
who litter words like mocking birds and glitter all the streets!
Where trash and treasure are the only measures to which you must adhere.
And all your thoughts may be disposed in the Order’s boundless sphere.
Where some lock their gates in a circuitous chase to limit who gets through
and relegate their love and hate with their chosen point of view.
Others murder words and herd their verse for readers who flock like sheep.
Or rant in prose and overexpose in hopes of a consoling critique.
And here you are,
reading along,
ready to cast your stones!
Or maybe … just maybe,
you’re one of the few
who’ll rummage through
and pluck glitter from the bones.
I really like this! It is difficult to do rhyming well, but you have done it beautifully. “glitter from the bones” carries such gorgeous imagery.
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Thank you! So glad you liked it😊
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well done.
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Thanks😘
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Oh I loved reading this!
You did pretty well!☺😊☺😊☺
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Thank you😊
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If poetry is written to elicit an emotional response from the reader, this poem does that and more for me. I enjoyed the rhythm and the rhyme, especially the internal line sounds. The layout change is great. Most importantly, I have to wonder which I am: a glitter picker or a mocking bird. Another great one!
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I am both, a mocking bird and a glitter picker! Thanks for the feedback Bill. I always appreciate your insights.
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I really liked this, Sue! The rhythm and the rhyming sucked me in. It’s so descriptive, I can see the artist in you at work. The words made me pause and think.
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Thanks so much Jean. I had one bad day in the blogosphere and went on a cynical rant 😝LOL
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I could certainly relate. Great piece!
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I love this!
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Thanks Martin😊
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