Greetings, my dear digital friends!
This week’s poem was an exercise in tone.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s well written and incorporates some truly enigmatic poetic devices for those who love to go digging for such pearlescent treats. hehe
Sarcastic egotism aside, this poem was an exercise in tone.
Read through it one time. React. Then re-read the poem. And I wonder if perhaps you’ll see the tone become lighter? darker? perhaps even a wee bit winsomer?
OK. Now I am just being silly. Hope you enjoy this poem!
As always, I would love to hear your thoughts / feelings / reactions to this poem in the Comments / Leave A Reply section at the bottom of this page.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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that cottage on the hill
that cottage on the hill
we always marveled at such idyll
midst the trees
the verdant grass
the views must have been to die for
i always imagine those times way back
the innocence of lilac
you never much cared for that scent
made you sneeze, you said
muddled your head with allergies
or perhaps existential opacity
expectations change with context
i recall how vexed
we were the day we scaled that hill
to distrust distance
as an arbiter of truth
allow proximity to reveal what was real
that cottage on the hill
was less a house, more a cairn
overgrown with grass and weeds and decay
i recall it made you cry
when your realized
this summit unveiled a bird’s-eye view of a landfill
Oh how imagined expectations can be dashed by reality!
The poem definitely got darker and the ending a shock but I loved it anyway.
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Reality can definitely disappoint sometimes, eh? So glad you loved it. As always, thank you so much, Sandie. 🙏🏻🙏🏻☘️☘️☘️🌹
“Expectations change with context”. The middle verse is the theme of this poem. You take us from “idyll” at the beginning to “landfill” at the end. That was a very sneaky shift Pat! Well played.
Guilty as charged! I love scattering breadcrumbs like that… and love it even more when they are discovered!! You rock, Naomi. Thanks, my friend. 💚🙏🏻🌹🍷✨