Ping Pong
He: Moral poetry? I don't believe in moral poetry.
She: What do you mean you don't believe in it? It's simply a sublimer form of moral beauty.
He: Moral beauty is wrapping your warmth around a shivering violet. Poetry is alabaster sunsets and overstated feelings.
She: That's cynical and simple. Besides, isn't what you just said one in the same?
He: No. Not really. The "moral" is in the action.
She: Yes, but bringing to life conscious feeling is action.
He: I suppose that's true. Well, I think I'll take the puppy for a walk. Where's the pooper scooper, love?
She: What do you mean you don't believe in it? It's simply a sublimer form of moral beauty.
He: Moral beauty is wrapping your warmth around a shivering violet. Poetry is alabaster sunsets and overstated feelings.
She: That's cynical and simple. Besides, isn't what you just said one in the same?
He: No. Not really. The "moral" is in the action.
She: Yes, but bringing to life conscious feeling is action.
He: I suppose that's true. Well, I think I'll take the puppy for a walk. Where's the pooper scooper, love?
posted by ... at 2:32 PM
7 Comments:
i'd take he for a walk. maybe we could ping pong together.
"...Moral beauty is wrapping your warmth around a shivering violet. Poetry is alabaster sunsets and overstated feelings."
Now that is poetry in prose!
beautiful, i linked you.
transience - Oh, I'm certain you tease he!
anil - Thank you for the compliment!
illimitable voices - Gracias. Link away.
wowsers.
He: Moral beauty is wrapping your warmth around a shivering violet. Poetry is alabaster sunsets and overstated feelings.
good or fucking good?
;)
cocaine jesus - leave the "fucking" please - it adds zest.
**silvermOOn** - hehe. You crapped a smile out me (pun so lamely intentional). Thank you.
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