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Author Name: Freebarbinar 3 Comments
Date Added: July 04, 2010 12:07:53 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Tongue Depressors
A child lies in a grassy pillow,
gazing raptly at the sky,
making a name for every billow
of pure white fluff as it sails by;
that one is a rocking horse,
and this one like a tree;
the next is Grandpa Bean, of course,
long chin whiskers blowing free.
Yes, it is only a childish game,
amusement for a lazy day,
but don't we often do the same
with harmful, thoughtless things we say?
We take a little piece of fluff
that is only heard in passing,
and turn it into something rough,
amounting to a verbal thrashing.
Some clouds are blurted half-truths
(absurd to call them little white lies),
or accusations without any proof
so that none can ever verify.
Then there is a darker cloud
casting shadows on the land
which is never spoken aloud,
but in whispers behind the hand.
This is the gossip of sisters and brothers,
and, Oh, the storms that it can brew!
You laugh when it sails over others,
but are crushed when it drops over you.
It is time to put childish games away ~
sheath verbal knives that cut to the bone.
When we don't have a truthful thing to say,
Let us be silent and leave falsehood alone.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on July 15, 2010 11:19:07 AM Report
I loved the way that you began with the innocence of the child, the clouds, then went to the intensity of the verbal knives...Oh, I can relate to the message and advice that you have written within this most interesting write!....Loved the title, fits marvelously~!!....

Margaret.....((keepin' quiet 'bout gossip))...

Comment By: FreeRobert on July 4, 2010 01:40:37 PM Report
A fable? or a sermon? I believe it to be a fable why? because the last line will never come true!
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on July 4, 2010 01:11:40 PM Report
Sage advice...if only all could adhere to it. Lovely poem Barbara...love the parallel between the clouds and the thoughtless things we say. =))

~Barbara D.~





 


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