Interpreting Sighs

I can wreck existential conversation

Chasing after the innuendoes,

Like flight patterns of butterflies

 

The difference between us, my friend,

Is that I’ve spent time learning

My weaknesses by rote

 

Tightening the cords of self-restraint

After each experience revelation,

In my attempts to be a better person

 

While it may be depressingly futile,

I like to think I might exit this world

Wearing a wise smile

 

Author's Note

Too simplistic?
Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

I don't think "simplistic" is the right word--you're not doing yourself justice. There are a couple of spots where the metaphor is a bit too straight-ahead, e.g., the final line of the first stanza and the last stanza--but the central conceit is very nice, and the flow and pacing is quite good indeed. This is, at the very least, nicely conceived and executed as it stands, and it has the potential to be something special indeed.

[Santulan]

this is an interesting read indeed,
you speak much in little words here, self restraint is so different from the letting go most of us practice.
a wonderful read indeed

[Mark Pearce]

The butterfly simile is WONDERFUL.

Learning your weaknesses by rote is a powerful thought.

Though the piece glorifies restraint (which in the art field can easily be problematic) it holds much wisdom for so few lines.

[Just Manoosh]

Simple no..... clever, well versed, learned ...... yes. You have become the master a world of pupils honey. Mx

[Emily B]

In my humble opinion, it isn't simplistic. It is tight. No cracks, creases, or crevices that I can see. This is the kind of poem that should be hung up over our desks that we might read it every day and be better persons for it. In my study of Victorian literature, our predecessors used words in more meaningful ways like you've done here.