(Photo Credit: Sue Vincent)
Knowing neither the subtleties of similes nor a metaphor’s essence
Casting aside logic and caving not to rationale and its neat set of rules;
With impulse for a cause and spontaneity as a natural consequence
The heart charts an unpredictable destiny using its own set of tools.
Inventing the arrow, Artificial Intelligence and everything in between
Paying obeisance to cold protocol, laws of nature and the tenets of mass assembly
With competition for siblings and monopoly as off-springs to continue the reign
The brain creates its own future observing neither the dictates of glory nor infamy.
Castles built by the calculating machinery of the head lay destroyed by the complex mechanisms of the heart
While Fantasies woven by an energetic and love-struck heart are rend asunder by a ruthless head;
Reconciling the tug and push of these two warriors calls for the mastery of an ancient and painful art
A task that has left many a component of humanity confused, tired and at times even dead.
A dose of John Steinbeck for the mind & a generous measure of Scott Fitzgerald for the soul
Vonnegut to calm racing thoughts and Hemingway to lend a measure of equanimity
Orwell in the morning and Huxley at night in an attempt to plug the gaping hole;
Always having the antidote of Dostoevsky to guard against the perils of dangerous vanity.
This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Imagination curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.
11 comments
Gosh, an English Major, yea?
I confess it took me the first two verses to get into this. An odd, but rather satisfying, reversal where all is said before the subject is given. But then I was in, and taking it in, and less concerned with structure. And then those names from my youth whirled around me. Steinbeck; I remember I liked him. Before Mr K Dicks tempted me away.
Nice one. See, it’s caused to wax, though perhaps not lyrically. 🙂
So long as it appeals to you, am happy. I majored in the dull and drab discipline of International Taxation. Would give an arm and a leg to reverse time and major in English!
Yea, I guess most of us would like to reverse time; we’ve all got something in our pasts we’d like to do differently. Such is life, hey. 🙂
Totally concur!
Expertly crafted. A virtual cornucopia of all things literary.. Nice job!
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Castles built by the calculating machinery of the head lay destroyed by the complex mechanisms of the heart… love that concept.
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Nice take. I enjoyed it.
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