a minor slight
fueled her
creativity
impulsively,
when her
emotions flared,
she wrote
a word …
maybe two
sometimes,
a monologue
detailing the
ridiculous nature
of the human condition
she was guilty
of impulsive behavior,
but
she reckoned,
as most reasonable
people do,
that was different
she saw the
hypocrisy
in her own words
she had
glimpsed
enlightenment,
self-awareness
was key,
she preached
however,
no amount
of enlightenment
or self-awareness
was remedy
for her condition:
she was
after all,
human
Loved it! Great job!
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Thanks so much, Bill😊
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My pleasure!
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Very cool indeed.
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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Sometimes I think you can read my mind, Sue! 🙂
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Thanks, Ally🤗 I think we’re all guilty of impulsive behavior from time to time LOL
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My pleasure Sue, have a good week! xxx
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I like this poem for many reasons. One is that hook to the human condition. How easily we can change ‘she’ to ‘I’ and so we did. I am, after all, human, too.
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Nice one
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