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The Gem Gravel

yes i don't know what pain hurts more when the clouds themselves are cloudy and the storm that triumphs has the arrogance of insolence when doubts assailed me it was afternoon I smiled happy with the majesty of my arrogance there were no gaps in my thoughts every lamp in the home shone what it knew outside the fabric of the world grew soft my way of cataloging these small victories lending softness to the contours but sometimes we find a stone we are sure it is a gem the jewel's glow anesthetizes our shields and only when the gravel hurts our hand we understand that the universe has lost its sunflower

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/27/2022 1:04:00 PM

Marco, you have a marvelous feel (talent) for phrasing: "the arrogance of insolence" followed with "the majesty of my arrogance." Then, "the fabric of the world grew soft." The way you pen phrases and use your fine vocabulary show me you have the gifts and the tools of poetry. Keep up the good work, my friend.

Marco Chies
Date: 5/27/2022 1:08:00 PM

Thanks, Milton. I really like writing grandiloquent, conceptual texts... and mixing them with the prosaic day to day. The word arrogance was intentionally repeated, although it sounds strange, of course...