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Swinging from Chandeliers
You assumed the role of sole custodian,
The only who could grant me entry.
I responded like a nickelodeon
With answers wholly elementary.
It once was music to my ears,
But now I hear it not -
I'm swinging from these chandeliers
As you peer through the slot.
It all comes down to what I have known for years
And ranking it high above you.
As I swing back and forth from these chandeliers
How again could I misconstrue?
No, not even you hold an exclusive key.
Others may clamor about for a carbon copy,
But I have good reason to feel differently
Having long made these premises cluttered and sloppy.
I've champagne to uncork and cake to be eaten,
Delicious passages to new frontiers.
After most of your lot are tired and beaten
I'll still be swinging, swinging from chandeliers.
What is the 'swinging from
What is the 'swinging from chandeliers' symbolic of? I think I'd like it more if I understood. But I guess maybe it isn't meant to be (or not?...:-).
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Hi there. Thanks for reading.
Hi there. Thanks for reading. I think in your subconscious you probably understand it - I don't really write heady poems. I just try to write fun ones. I hate to overintellectualize even explain them at all, because it's usually reductive, either with my work or anyone else's, but I will say that you could compare it to be being free, having a ball, trying on outfits at a department store willy nilly, throwing care to the wind. On some level it's about having a party in the imaginary world and cutting loose. You don't need somebody to show you how to do that if you have an imagination to begin with.
Ok...yes, that is what I was
Ok...yes, that is what I was thinking it meant, but wasn't sure. I had never heard that expression before. I quite like it! (although the actual act doesn't appeal much to anymore--
). Similar to 'painting the town red'.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks again for reading. I
Thanks again for reading. I will take a look at some of your pieces, too!
Yeah, I liked this one a lot
Yeah, I liked this one a lot too. I don't believe I've read you before today. I'm liking what I'm reading so far. :)
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Lynn, thank you for your very
Lynn, thank you for your very kind compliments. I will take a look at your works as well.
Thanks Rudy. You might want
Thanks Rudy. You might want to choose some older stuff of mine to read. The more recent stuff is not all that great. :/
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