My dreams are puzzles;
a woeful masochist, watch as
I search endlessly for that final
piece to make the picture whole.
To force this mixture to make some
semblance of sense, I could
impart importance in the nuance;
metaphor and poetic device,
symbols to satiate my
muddled-up mind.
But, sometimes, a
cigar is just a
cigar.
by Erik Shinker
Good last stanza!
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Thanks!
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Ooh that line just cinched it. Well done!
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Thank you so much!
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Perfect ending 🙂 made me smile…
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