“Portrait of Pierre Broodcoorens” by Rene Magritte
I wonder sometimes
about damned silly things
like how in the hell
can violets be blue
or shrimp be colossal
what in the world is
a rate of slow speed
or a pile of clean dirt
how exactly does one
write a lengthy brief
or lay even odds
who could possibly ever
be called a real phony
when I look in the mirror
why is the first phrase
that comes into mind
pretty ugly
(originally posted May 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Poesy plus Polemics 
Ah, now sure an’ yer bein’ too rough on yerself, laddy. That was a dang fine poem though!
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Thanks, Ernie.
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Awww– the last line is not true– not from your picture!! Loved this word play with oxymora! They are such fun and you did a great job of calling lots up for show.
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It was fun to play with.
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Great stuff there, Paul!
I see your Muse has returned… : )
Take care,
Paul
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Well, she woke up for a bit.
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I’m on to you, Paul! There is humor in your lines. LOL
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Enjoy it while you can. I don’t really do humor that often.
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Oh you’ve got me laughing, now!
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I’m glad of that.
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I like it , it was a fun read
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Thanks. Fun to write, too.
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Well done Muse, definitely did the job!
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she ought to – I pay her enough with my sleepless imaginings
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Nice, reminds me a little of a George Carlin bit. 🙂
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he was a cultural genius
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Excellent! reminded me so much of the late Andy Rooney from 60 Minutes 🙂
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I’m flattered – he was a delightful curmudgeon
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Strangely familiar feelings.
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language sometimes confounds
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What a fun poem…and such true wonderings…except the last line. Not true.
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ha ha, well that’s a matter of opinion I suppose
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Just a damned silly thought that passed my mind: if hyacinths are violet and violets are blue, does that make hyacinths by extension blue too?
I really liked the poem. And what Maggie said. You’re beautiful: words, kindly face, poetry and all.
But I see the word play. Hehe. Loved the poem. ❤
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a bit of resurrected fluff
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Delightfully playful.
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*smile*
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Playful and fun.
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I’m glad it came across that way
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The lightness of your poem goes with a summer day. Great wordplay.
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I have an occasional light interlude
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I remember this one. Is your torment any less now?
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not sure what torment, so I guess so
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About the oxymora that exist in life all around us.
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Oh I know I shouldn’t laugh, but that final line got me!! 🙂 Oxymorons are just plain fun.
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happy to elicit a laugh – they’re hard to come by lately
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We can commiserate together…
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The humour may be infrequent, but all the more enjoyable for it!
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nice of you to say so
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