by Daniel   Nov 16, 2020

A mimicry
of what it used to be;
poetry doused
in uncertainty

now there’s harmony,
distinct chemistry;
no falsities
nor duplicity.

We teeter
on the cliffside

the carnage below

beckons me -

I recognise its brevity.

Much less these dull words
trapped in cellophane.


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  • 11 months ago

    by Brenda

    Cool write Daniel! Glad to see it nominated!

  • 11 months ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    superb imagery here in a nice visual form. This will speaks to many a budding mind, trying to emulate their idols/peers. I particularly like the end image/metaphor of an unheard, uncertain voice. Glad it's nominated.

    Take care

    • 11 months ago

      by Daniel

      Thank you, both. :)

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