What slips from my pen is thoughtful, measured
What slips from my mouth – too often damned vile
Words scattered like seeds borne on wind
Feathers from the pillow
Oil from the jar
The pain in your eyes
The hurt on your face
If only I could redact half of what I say
Even then the world would still be too
Full of loathsome remark
The counterweight to an evil tongue is not apology
But silence before speaking
Here I offer my best effort
Nothing
Please accept my measured words
Just a thought 75
Photograph courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Comments on: "Slippage" (26)
… read and received in a slippery sort of way
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Perfect comment, Mark.
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Oh gosh, our mouths get us into trouble sometimes.
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Unfortunately true. Mine especially.
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Words of wisdom, Shari. I am often silent just in time!
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Jacqui, you’re much wiser than me.
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Your next career – Hallmark cards – because you care enough to write your very best.
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Judy, I’m always delighted when you read my drivel
and choose to comment, because you make me giggle.
Bet I can make you giggle if you read A Certain Word, posted on May 30. If you don’t laugh, I’ll buy you lunch.
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Saw it, clicked on “Like”. You owe me lunch – not because you weren’t funny but because I wasn’t in good “humour”. When that happens not even Freddie can make me smile.
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Perfect! Read A Certain Artwork on June 6 – I’ll owe you two lunches!
Not really perfect, I wish you felt better.
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This is powerful indeed… and so true… the fact that we can even speak with our hands via typing adds even another layer of potential disaster. Yet, I say… speak on until something comes out just right! 😉 💕Like your post today, for example.
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The blunders I’ve made because of my sloppy typing – yikes! Thank you, Charlie, for your kind comment about this poem.
Your posts make me think, sometimes to smile, sometimes to reflect. You really are an excellent writer, your fingers obeying a fluid mind.
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That’s truly the sweet compliment ever! Thanks, Sharon! 😃💕I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a kid… that was actually my first and only dream. Yet, I always thought I wasn’t that talented when it came to writing. I dodged it, got an art degree instead, and still worried that I wasn’t that good at art. Today, I’m just happy to be combining it all and letting whatever happens… happen. 😉
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I’ve noticed that many people who are talented in one field, are also creative in another. I’d always intended to be a writer but got sidetracked with art and began a masters in studio art while I taught art classes. Off and on I’d write, and got somewhat serious nearly 20 years ago. Now I’m trying to get my writing published but am distracted by other obligations. Life doesn’t travel in a straight line. Your last line says it perfectly.
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Yeah, life takes a rather circuitous path, but it’s true that we creative people have the potential to do just about anything we put our minds to. If we only had the time to do so, it would be incredible! 😉
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Oh….that. LOL
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Ugh — I’ve so often been guilty of regretting what I’ve said or the conclusion I’ve jumped to — so well captured here, Sharon
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Human like me.
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❤
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Very true about the counterweight being silence and not an apology. As they say – silence is golden. Wish I could keep my mouth shut in time more often. 😊
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I feel the same – the poem was a reminder to myself.
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We all need these reminders from time to time, Shari. 🙂
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Sharon, I could relate to this…. (Thinking of all the times I’ve put my foot in my mouth, or have spoken too soon.) Thanks for sharing this one. 😊
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I think we all feed too often on the wrong words. At least, I certainly do.
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Wonderful writing!
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Still trying to bite my tongue more often than open my mouth.
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