April 6, 2010

Wasted effort

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.

8 comments:

  1. The mind is a terrible thing....

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  2. Unquote time
    Westlee: "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!

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  3. 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.

    I loved it! Truly...and the picture...brilliant!

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  4. Thanks for the praise.
    Yours 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.

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  5. Oh how I hear you! Great image too.

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  6. I'm just worried the house will fall on me.

    Speaking of hearing people, I just had the pleasure of hearing you reading yellow bowl two. Thanks.

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  7. I could hear you speaking in this one. Very powerful.

    It sounds like my parents fighting from my childhood, heading towards divorce.

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  8. Wow, blogger wouldn't let me approve your latest batch of comments!
    I can imagine how a divorce could lead to the kind of communications described in this piece!
    Oddly enough so can sub-editing...

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