Liar
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Here I come, having had a pretty decent day, sauntering in to the New Poes page to read today's offering. And what do I see? A bunch of poem titles that turns my mood from sweet to sour grapes in an instant.
The Man Who Ate Roses
Falling Into The Machine
a dyslexic mirror
Never mind the actual poems. They are not bad (go read them. you should anyway). But this isn't about the poems. It's those kick ass titles, that immediately spun associations and assimilations in my head, wanting me to write my own poems from them.
But it felt like stealing, because it had already been done. I know, I could have done it anyway, jotted down my thoughts, just for myself. But I didn't. And while I hesitated, the steam ran out.
Well, bugger.
The Man Who Ate Roses
Falling Into The Machine
a dyslexic mirror
Never mind the actual poems. They are not bad (go read them. you should anyway). But this isn't about the poems. It's those kick ass titles, that immediately spun associations and assimilations in my head, wanting me to write my own poems from them.
But it felt like stealing, because it had already been done. I know, I could have done it anyway, jotted down my thoughts, just for myself. But I didn't. And while I hesitated, the steam ran out.
Well, bugger.
