![]() Speak ClearlyA Poem by Ann
Speak clearly, so there be no doubt,
for I have lost the knack of guile.
Have been mistaken oh! so often
turned away, when I should smile.
Meanings are all shapes and colour,
soft and hard like frozen rain.
They clog the drifting thought waves.
Screw preserving lids on pain.
Speak slowly, for I now, know less,
than I have ever known before.
Illusion dies when hope despairs
So many ways to start a war.
The buxom pumpkin, fleshy big-head
Ponders nothing, it just grows.
Sweet peppers after lots of coaxing
gaze with envy at the Rose.
Speak softly, when you mention love,
It’s hard to misconstrue the smile.
Indifferent then to all surroundings
Life becomes sweet, for a
while.
Roan copyright © April 2011
Unless a life is lived for others, it
is not worthwhile (Mother Teresa of Calcutta)
© 2012 Ann |
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1 Review Added on March 6, 2012 Last Updated on March 6, 2012 Author![]() AnnAuckland , Papakura, New ZealandAboutOriginally from the Uk. I have lived the past 40 years in New Zealand. I have not been published and write purely as a form of self expression and hopefully to give some pleasure. I love to read the .. more..Writing
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