Con Game
Failure lies in wait amongst the weeds
with its partners, ego and victory.
They conspire to make me believe I am
the paint, the brush, the perishing canvas,
not the quiet lidless eye that sees it.
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This is a great
expression for where
we really are in poetry
(& life) 👏
Brilliant, Mike!
Love it, Mike. You are firing on all cylinders.
I am fascinated by the image of failure and victory, with ego between, lying in wait to jump us. The connection between the three is well worth pondering. Nice writing, Mike.
Very nice – you’ve said quite a lot in these few lines.
Thoughtful piece
Thanks to all of you for your kind comments.