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The drive for unquestioning obedience baffled her -
A square peg in a round hole.
When others stepped forward, she stepped back.
Asking why exploded from within,
She digged, and delved ,making acquaintance with the dark side;
The straight and the narrow held little attraction.
Evenso, the spotlight found her, magnifying her deeds;
Victory and excellence was hers for the taking
Rarely was effort or desire or will demanded.
An exquisitely formed individual, blessed by the gods
Not understanding that ability is a two edged sword,
Hence, losing her way early, enticed by the Snow Queen.
Self-delusion and hubris is the modern abyss
Into which an adoration of the singular condemns the individual.
An acquisitive march toward Mammon has been supplanted
By a blasé, empty gaze that has neither focus, intent nor joy.
Reassessing the core value of being a branch on a tree
May divert this trajectory toward destruction.
4 comments:
Intriguing. Mysterious even. I like the rhythm of this. Lilting. Well, it is in my head anyway. :)
I am glad that I worked on this piece yesterday, as I have spent a lot of this morning reading Poe's "Raven" out loud, and the rhythm in that is to die for!
Interesting shot and lovely words with rhythm.
Stunning image, very creative.
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