I danced a knife blade tango with a whirlwind of sloppy thinking and inarticulate misspelt mutterings
Uttering sharp words for swords, I cast hard facts on deaf ears and dumb minds, only to find
That while I waged and won the war of words, the whirlwind had swept away my home.
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The mind is a terrible thing....
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ReplyDeleteWestlee: "There is a shortage of perfect minds. It would be a pity to damage yours."
Ha, with the changes and out of context that sounds almost menacing... What a difference word makes (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmBxVfQTuvI&feature=related).
Some minds are terrible, perhaps most minds are, but its the exceptions that make it worthwhile.
I try to keep mine a playground, mined with wordplay; mind your step!
If you've ever been in a relationship with a wordsmith, or debater, or someone who can slick their belief into your truth, then this is the dance...and my dance card, empty.
ReplyDeleteI loved it! Truly...and the picture...brilliant!
Thanks for the praise.
ReplyDeleteYours is an excellent example of what this poem can be about; and congratulations on your empty dance card.
Some dances are better skipped.
Fortunately there are other dances to be had.
Oh how I hear you! Great image too.
ReplyDeleteI'm just worried the house will fall on me.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of hearing people, I just had the pleasure of hearing you reading yellow bowl two. Thanks.
I could hear you speaking in this one. Very powerful.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like my parents fighting from my childhood, heading towards divorce.
Wow, blogger wouldn't let me approve your latest batch of comments!
ReplyDeleteI can imagine how a divorce could lead to the kind of communications described in this piece!
Oddly enough so can sub-editing...