He just can’ t get past
the shallow end of the gene pool –
his thoughts are skipping stones,
bouncing off a surface as smooth as glass.
Any conclusions which need to be drawn
are best left to the artists;
he is too occupied
in swallowing his own press
to go off the deep end.
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This reminded me immediately of the old song, “You’re So Vain”!
Ha! Just so, Jael! That’s him, all right…
Cut to the core. Well said.
Thanks, Lyle! (You’re not seeing yourself in that puddle, I hope…) š
Oh no. The swallowing his own press line was one that got me. I think there may be something about growing up in the prairies that has made me averse to those egomaniacs who seek the limelight.
It’s sure a world far-removed from our reality! It’s those hard-working, community-minded roots that have built our province and kept it ‘real’.
This poem is so stereotypical L.A. :). Not my LA, which is all about spiritual growth (and that is a big community here), but the LA of shallow pleasures, you know?
Yes, I know what you mean. There is much in our world that is all about the shallow pleasures, when we could be diving so much deeper. Thanks for your wise words!
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This poem is so stereotypical L.A. . Not my LA, which is all about spiritual growth (and that is a big community here), but the LA of shallow pleasures, you know?
I think he needs to be careful not falling into that puddle as he looks to see how wonderful he is …
Bahaha! I will be sure to have my camera out in case that happens… š
I love the characters you keep bringing us in your poems! Great one, Melody!
They keep me challenged! Thanks Debbie.
I love the lightheartedness mingled with reality’s brusqueness ~you’re the best!
š I doubt that very much – but I’ll take it!