Tongue Lashing

Countless, the times
I’ve spoken out of place –
words spilling unfiltered –
grading myself harshly
in the aftermath –

Yet a pauciloquent tongue
would leave me drowning
thoughts stirring
in a stagnant pool –
perhaps I’ll strive
for moderation.

(Image my own)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

44 thoughts on “Tongue Lashing”

  1. Loved your poem. And the photo too. I’ve never been accused of being pauciloquent. “Refrain from excessive talking” was a frequent admonishment on elementary school report cards. Oh well! We gotta be who we are. Say what we gotta say. I could go on… And, no, you’re not alone. πŸ™‚

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  2. I learned a new word, thanks. I so often hear people in the 50+ category state, “I just say what I think now, I don’t hold back”…nothing wrong with speaking ones mind, being thoughtful in how your mind is expressed is the tough part.

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  3. I really liked the poem, VJ. Your first stanza – I’ve been there. And now I write more than I speak. I also find talking to one person at a time ( no groups) helps me filter my words
    (be more thoughtful). Second stanza – I loved your Latin turn of phrase – a perfect fit😊

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