Few things fascinate a child
more than brazen pretence,
and when we disregard the truth,
slurping absent tea
or declaring a reddened thumb a nose,
the laws they’ve learned have failed.
Somehow, we’re preparing them
to hone the art of mistrust,
teaching them deceptive truths;
or maybe jaded parents need
a court of make-believe
to be children, for a while, themselves.
Hi, all. Is the theme pretty clear? Is the poem/theme underdeveloped? And is the ending too sudden? Thanks
Masquerade
Very nice Trevor, relatable. Would Jesters be a more fun title?
'Somehow'...so this is a thought-out education exercise? If that is an 'excuse', would 'Perhaps' be a lighter option or admission of 'self-deception'?
'deceptive' - 'knavish' for a court leitmotif?
best
mac
'Somehow'...so this is a thought-out education exercise? If that is an 'excuse', would 'Perhaps' be a lighter option or admission of 'self-deception'?
'deceptive' - 'knavish' for a court leitmotif?
best
mac
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A few thoughts - not keen on absent tea, invisible tea or empty cups? collapse rather than have failed?
Perhaps "We say that we're preparing them..."
I like the ending, best part
Perhaps "We say that we're preparing them..."
I like the ending, best part
I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
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Thanks very much for the feedback, Mac and Ray. Very helpful. I think this probably needs to be developed, as well as touching up what's here.
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