Over two-hundred
From the world and internet,
And friends and strangers.
I have enough for
Two and a half challenges
But it’s not enough.
I don’t plan to stop
So when it comes to questions,
Never stop asking.
Question from Peter G from Facebook
It’s like climbing a mountain of paper,
Or more appropriately, a mountain range
Because there’s a whole range of topics
But they all feel the same and I’m
Trudging through these snow drafts and
Getting colder in an uphill struggle because
I’m never peaking or reaching the
Tops of my potential because it’s a
Pinball tabletop plateau. That’s to say,
It’s feels like I’m falling flat on an incline and
Bouncing around ideas but nonetheless
Doing the same things over and over again.
I’m becoming snowblind and I
Can’t see the line between disillusion and mirage
And when it looks like I’m making tracks
I’m not smiling it’s just my face
Beginning to crack from the pressure and
Altitude and magnitude of the situation.
I’m seeing the same metaphors and visions
Dressed in different expositions but I know
They’re the same. It’s just repetition
Of ideas and images because I left
My originality behind twenty days ago
Because it ran out and I couldn’t carry
The excess weight of the emptiness around
And sometimes it feels like
I’m not even on the mountain anymore
Because I feel buried, like I’m underground,
Like I’m in hell like Persephone,
Five months after the kidnap.
Almost giving up on her
Fruitless endeavours and tired of
Repeating herself over and over.
Just waiting out for a
Bright new day and waiting for
The sun to come out and melt
All the misery away and
Finally manage to make and feel something
New.
Today’s question comes from a chat with a flyerer on the Royal Mile who was interested in what I do.
It’s a game,
You don’t play to win
You don’t play to lose
You just play.
It’s word play.
Toying around with the
Definition and etymology
Examining the psychology
Of the written and spoken word.
Playing with literary lego blocks
With Daddy Dictionary
And Mummy Thesaurus.
Building up, breaking down,
Tripping over my words and making a mess.
What rhymes, what emotes,
What persuades, what compels.
Every word has a meaning,
And the words that explain that meaning
Also have a meaning.
I set up interracial marriages
Between Nouns and Adjectives,
Sometimes the most unlikely of couples
Can be the greatest relationship they’ve ever had.
I play the adventurer exploring the infinity
Behind the infinitesimal.
It’s like finding the story
Behind each grain of sand
That helped build the desert.
There are words behind everything.
Every song, every photo, every story.
Those words are there for a reason.
And we don’t know if they were there or it was all accidental.
And those are the stories I want to tell.
Question from ‘A Curious Follower’ from my WordPress Contact Box! Ooh, mysterious!
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