knowledge
what raises us
graded soft, on a curve
since the renaissance, just short of
vision
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
I have always felt it ironic that the enlightenment signalled the beginning of our disabling dichotomy of dualism. Just short of vision indeed.
Again, Mike, your comments enrich the original thought behind this poem 😉
Have I called you brilliant yet this week? If not, then I shall now…
Don’t call the fruiterer brilliant for putting the cherry on the bakers magnificent cake 😀
Let’s play modesty/compliment tennis – it satisfies my British genes 😉
LOL, oh, yes, let’s! My friend Noel has gotten me quite adept at this game, I shall warn you in advance. Don’t forget the cake is not complete without said cherry–adding just the right amount of color and sweetness to round everything into a beautiful wholeness.
Cherries have equal value? Tell that to the birthday kid who gets just a cherry with a candle in it!
Hahaha–When my daughter was small, she detested cake and would only eat the decorations (if edible) and the frosting… But, no, Mike–the cherry completes the cake and I insist on a little taste of both on my plate 😉
but without the cake in the way, I would just have dropped a bit of fruit on the floor!
And that would have been a waste. But, we have both learned not to cry over dropped fruit or spilled milk. Glad my cake was in the way to catch it 😉
Mike, you just tweaked my muse on the nose. Spilled milk and dropped fruit–although on your side of the pond it would be spilt milk, yes?
On my side of the pond it would be, “I’m suing you for dropping my fruit” – and “I slipped on your spilt milk and want compensation” 😉
But yes: Proverbially: Don’t cry over spilt milk.
Happy musing 🙂
Hahaha!
Oh, my side of the pond is litigious, as well 😉
Lets
Ignore
The
Incredible
Grace
In
Ourselves.
Undertake
Suits!
=)
Lovely, thanks for playing with us.
Thank you, Morgan. Again sorry about the kitties. So sad.
The poem had wisdom and a pleasure to read. Thank you.
Thank you, John.
So true, and stated in such a succinct way. There’s usually an issue when those who lead our revolutions include but parts of populations. Whether Renaissance or the Age of Enlightenment someone forgot to invite that other gender. Others might see it differently through eyes equipped with different filters, but that’s my story.
I like how you see this.
Your cinquain would make Adelaide Crapsey so very happy! (She was the inventor of the American Cinquain!) So few words with so much said. Lovely.
Oh, thank you, Julie!