Mine

Each troubadour or wandering

minstrel had their unique style

that identified them fortunate.

The unfortunate ones, however,

were quickly forgotten or

neglected and ignored; the

worst being lumped into

one entitlement called Anonymous.

The popular ones became

beloved and earned their

reputation through being recycled

by countless followers awestruck

by their unique talents.

And yet all it

seems, by some quite

innocent connections, that storytelling

remains an essential ingredient

in this greater social

experiment called community whereby

connection graciously and easily

caters to the bitter,

the angry, the lost,

the confused, the suicidal,

the craven, the selfish,

the ignoble, and many

more besides who are

all marginalised for being

different or stereotyped into

some caricature known and

sometimes reviled as a

poet.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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