I wade through the muck
of your vocal excretions
anxious to mend the schism
What species of human
are you, would fabricate
such lies, impose such pain
And what species am I
that would tolerate it;
strive for reparation?
(Image my own)
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
I wade through the muck
of your vocal excretions
anxious to mend the schism
What species of human
are you, would fabricate
such lies, impose such pain
And what species am I
that would tolerate it;
strive for reparation?
(Image my own)
Very hard questions to face . . .
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Yes…with recognition comes change, don’t you think.
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Absolutely.
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Was there mire with the muck?
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always!
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Difficult under best of circumstances to judge when to walk away and when to hope that one’s willingness to interact will make some dent in the other’s perspective … and who ever gets blessed with the best of circumstances?
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True. I was thinking of a couple of different scenarios when I wrote this, and then decided it had general relevance.
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I agree, V.J. I thought of only one situation when I first read it, but now that you mention it, I can think of many. Ah, the mark of a good poem is when readers can take different interpretations.
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Thanks LuAnne.
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harsh speech harms many … they would have to work hard to earn my trust again!
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a powerful opening stanza
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The merciful are ever victims of the abusive. That said the merciful have One who avenges them.
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That is comforting I suppose
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Only some days.
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This made me think of war. I suppose one never knows what one will tolerate to survive.
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There’s truth in that. I grew up watching my mother constantly try to appease an abusive husband. In hindsight, she had little choice – it was all about survival.
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I think humans, on the whole, are wired to survive. Sadly, your mother probably lived in a time when nobody interfered in another person’s business.
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You got that right!
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Very relatable, especially now!
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Yes. Thanks.
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😊
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Very Impressive: “vocal excretions”.
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Lol.. glad you like that..
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Yes, super fresh. Always finding something new and smart in your words.
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