Wilde Observations #10

A tossed salad of poetry, art and ideas.

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The Man Who Knew Too Much (2nd Iteration). Painting by the author.

“A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.”
— Oscar Wilde

Down from the Mountain

Mortal, mere mortal yet again…

Reminded by circumstance, heart pierced

by token lance, braided from tangled

ambiguous lines decreed verbatim

from whence the night —

exploring the trauma of secret things —

has broken hope, as fractured dreams

slither from the slimy deep;

prone primordial passions wake,

wriggling free from vineland’s sleep.

As he stood facing the naked sky

his passive gaze, pallid face, windblown hair,

gnarled hands and weathered brow

revealed nothing of his caved in heart.

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