History has a habit of repeating itself. That which is of worth goes unrecognised and is side lined, while the banal is given centre stage. I have seen this a number of times over the years and that is what this poem is all about.
here we are again- redundancies all round
here comes the new one
desperate to make their mark
and fix what is not broken
quality is neither here or there
to people like these
intent on their vision
so something unique will go
and the the vacuum filled
with the second rate
and we all are the poorer
as all the beauty drains away
I agree it's a little too shouty, too much tell, not enough show. All I can say in my defence is that it comes from the heart.
I too close to this next poem to see it clearly, though I think it's some of the way there.
listen, I’m not maudlin
I don’t think of you that much
not since you ghosted me
but I thought I saw you today
by where your office used to be
when the sun was in my eyes
it was only when they spoke
I realised I was mistaken
and it was some other clown
in last year’s suit
attempting to be themselves
which was a whole lot more
than you’d ever done
Watch this space. There is the kernel of a poem in there but at the present it isn't clear. It's definitely a case of some days you eat the bear, some days the bear eats you and some days you both go hungry. Wow! I was looking up the origin of the phrase when I came upon this long thread relating to The Great Lebowski. I love the internet for this sort of thing!
I've been listening to a lot of Iron & Wine recently and here is Walking Far From Home.
Until next time.
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