How profound we sound
with a ring of truth due to
stacks of letters behind our names
and piles of publications
lavish layers of authority, churning
of trite-tired words, but learning?
The world is flat
now that we know it all
our fleet of paper vessels set to sail
en masse, right off the edge
A “doubles” poem for NaPoWriMo Day 15, also borrowing from the word list prompt at Poetic Asides.
Graceful Press Poetry 
Lots of double talk around these days!
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Scathing and so true – great social commentary. Those last two stanzas are particularly fabulous – the concept of the world being a different kind of flat and the image of all those paper vessels.
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Oh, yes. How many times I have asked myself these questions. Sometimes, I hate what passes for knowledge in my world — how it comes to be, what legitimizes it, who holds it and how they use it. I hope it was a relief to write this. It was certainly a relief to read it!
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Yes, it does feel good to grab things and shake them sometimes. Whether it makes any difference…? I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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