by Liar
and as usual skillfully, and artistically presented Liar. However, it seems a bit inconsistent to go from -snap- to plexiglas turning to milk. Isn't that more like melting? ;)
your use of alliteration in this poem subtle, the way I like it :) adds to the rhythm that makes this poem work. I had the same feeling of the plexiglass and milk--
did you mean how it gets cloudy when you bend it back and forth?
love the "there is no spoon" I am not sure why, but it feels like a great pivot point. nicely done, M
~anna
" there is no spoon"
"Solid rock is vapor
chained to conventions"
Are you getting all Zen on me?
Excellent work.
And the end almost sounds like a quote from " The Art of War"
Thanks for sharing
Thanks for all the comments, guys. :) I can't stop looking at that one ugly little typo though...
Tung, the milk reference...have you ever tried bending transparent plastic like pvc or plexiglas? It turns milky white from all the micro fractures it causes.