Convoluted convulsions with cheek in tongue
by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER
Rated "G" by the Author.
edited: Sunday, November 01, 2009
Posted: Sunday, November 01, 2009
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Embers glowing in the dark soon are extinquished, no matter how well the fire was stoked, no matter the wood you used.
I’ve always been told, speak clearly, if, a string of pearls in word unfold, let them shine, let them be clearly seen, in their splendid natural sheen, don’t cover them with wax or polish,
Or slick silken tongue, of erudite learning. If meaning is verbose, with accommodating snippets of words, circumfluent, and longwinded, the reader eventually only sees the learned command of language, using it, as shooting bird with cannon. It pleases some of course to sniff the air of such postulated verbiage, for the elevated status of their noses. If a painter for instance were to allow himself such overuse of beautiful brushstrokes, soon the remarkable smile of a Mona Lisa, would become a satirical grin, and the sweet virgin down near the concubine’s lips, flower into a knit sweater, please by all means, if you must sniff the air of higher elevations, but don’t make breathing itself a laborious achievement, unless of course, you can only breathe in rarefied air; as for the rest of us, the common folk nearer the ground, the ones that have to breathe your recycled intake, ask, please, walk further ahead .©