Even if I were tungsten
I would not light up tonight
Oh yes, the push and twist
(they call it bayonet - so fitting )
it might link two ends of a circuit
but it can't fix the sheer weariness
the press of these days
it can't burn white the dull
smog of my emotions
or refresh a filament gone rotten
I am in need of changing
Nice extended metaphor!
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Thanks.
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‘… (they call it bayonet – so fitting)’ – brilliant!
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Excellent poetry. How many poets will it take to change this light bulb?
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Depends how many are writing in Yorksher. π.
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π
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this is an incredibly enlightening poem. So clever, well done!
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π enlightening
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a tight little poem with a great ending π
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Thanks. π
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Bright write, now it is just a question of how many bloggers it takes to change a bulb. π loved the internal imagery.
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Nice wordplay all round here…..
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wow! somehow I missed this poem; excuse the pun: but it is brilliant π I do enjoy a good Extended Metaphor poem —
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Thanks John. That’s from early this year, I think. Thanks for looking back!
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