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Our love for the search is desperate, mad
We must get over our amnesia
Hunting and gathering are all we’ve had
“Shopping,” “questing,” “searching”—pure poesia
For career, for mate, for food, for clothing
For ideology, faction, party
For identity, purpose, meaning
Each Sherlock for a fit Moriarty
We are gathering fun ways of hunting
Mere survival has always been our goal
Sure, we are all adept at pretending
That it’s an orifice, not just a hole
It is safe to drop the old camouflage
Other stories are mostly a mirage
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Comments (9)
Liked it.
Wooahhh the last line was deep! Nicely done DJ! 💓
That Moriarty line, brilliant! "Orifice not just a hole".
Enjoyed your sonnet. I agree with Dharr that this line is a personal fav: "Each Sherlock for a fit Moriarty". Thoughtful and thought-provoking piece.
At least you said it was fun ways to hunt! Who wouldn't take pride in a razzle dazzled banana trophy wall? I like that using search engines really is just like satisfying old survival instincts, mixed with some modern FOMO. But thanks for the ending, I welcome disillusionment, haha. It's better to have the truth safely revealed!
lovely poem sonnet.
I was expecting sonnets of glee with the mighty Oilers' triumph. Always thought provoking.
"Each Sherlock for a fit Moriarty". That line was brilliant! Loved your sonnet!
Love the pictures, and the words and the sentiment