Smugness, or: Conceit

A limerick

In your mind, watch me planting this seed
That crowds out your thoughts like a weed;
Now ask- Does he not regret
What his off-rhymes beget?
I just smirk... savoring this conceit.

d’Verse poetics prompt: Weeds rule, OK?

At d’Verse we were prompted to write weed-themed poems for ‘Weed Appreciation Day’, which falls out on March 28th. Don’t believe me? Just Google it.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

42 thoughts on “Smugness, or: Conceit”

  1. Yes, he said it
    There is no room for regrets
    In the so-called conceited head

    Love how you channeled the dandelion, you weed of the daisy family

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