It is difficult to tell but this is right beside a major Tampa road. The cars were roaring by when I took this shot. It honestly looks as deep in the woods as a person could be….But, it’s not. This got the metaphors dancing in my head and everything seemed to center around cake. I really don’t like cake that much….Butttttt, it looks incredible, and I think I should love it. This seems to have distinct connections with other aspects of my life. This poem was lost….It only exists in my head, and what exists is quite different from what used to be. But the cake just isn’t as good as it looks……
The cake is a lie…
It looks like cake….
fluffy golden brown topped by rich sweet buttercream….
Vivid colors to rival even the brightest of poppies…
and smells as sweet as wild bee honey….
It looks like cake ….
But the cake is a lie….
Frosting crumbles like bitter tears…
Rancid stagnation drips into unseen pools…
And colors fade into a sinister gray…
I don’t think its cake at all….
I don’t know what it is….
but it’s not what it seems…
the cake is a lie….
The cake is a lie…
David L. Whitman 03/24/2012 from under a sky so blue….
The greatest of metaphors is bare, skinless.
Similar to pride.
This piece strikes home.
🙂
It strikes home with me too…perhaps too closely…thank you:))))