Speak Clearly

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)

 

 

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[Distant horizons]

beautifully written, with positivity flowing throughout