Greedy. Insatiable. Gluttonous purveyor of the unobtainable.
A collector of knowledge stacked to the sky like a house of cards
leaning into the wind. I devoured insight like a wolf scraping every bit from
brittle bones. I consumed opportunities for observation until I lost sight. A sage devoid of soul. An attempt to grow stunted by failure to think outside that crystal box. My delight in creating a world too complex muted satisfaction. My bankroll of facts left me destitute. And then, an epiphany.
A mission to gather without consuming is suicide.
Stop overthinking
Finally I understand
the simplicity of life
photo: Pixabay
prompts: OctPoWriMo, MLMM Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, #pinkprompt
Fabulous! “A sage devoid of soul.” was the line that stuck out for me…
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It would do for some folks in high places to read this…
We should always have room to bend like a willow while being a supportive oak.
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Love that. Your comment in itself is poetry!
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I’ve been writing for a while 😉
I don’t speak the way I write though…
And sometimes comments can lead to a full blown poem –
Thank you.
Could just be age…and maybe some experience 🙂
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It’s perfect! And as far as the writing/age/experience.. I have a feeling we’re on the same page. 🙂
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There is something about reading a soulful poem forward and backward, line by line. You poem is such a poem and I thoroughly enjoyed it both ways.
Peace,
Morgan
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Another favorite line: “My bankroll of facts left me destitute” love the pairing of bankroll and destitute. Thank you. xoA
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“I devoured insight like a wolf scraping every bit from
brittle bones.” This line is so vivid, so powerful. I love this!
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“I consumed opportunities for observation until I lost sight” ~ my fave line.
This hits home for me. Beautiful revelation.
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Thank you!
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