Who knows, I don’t, as to when and why I wrote this is, unclear, for sure. It had to do with something I was thinking of at the time. Do I truly understand it; the answer is yes, but the exact, why and when, no………..
Eared Feelings 2015-54
Words with feelings spoken unclear;
inner meanings vague,
Eyes off center, not focused true;
mine do bore thy soul,
Forever wanting, close and sure;
for the moment, your heart
A sound, a tinkling in the wind
Promise of the here after
Truth be known between us two;
knowledge heard, with wetness
I penned this when thinking about what I said to someone and then had moments of thought about what I actually said. What I told him was what I perceived as the truth and I wondered how he “took” it. Honesty is hard sometimes in the telling and hearing.
When does the spoken word
sound like a hacking cough
for all to hear even though
we do not want to hear?
Do we hear what we want to hear
and not what is said or
is what said, what we hear
or instead, what is not meant?
Is the truth a rasping sound
that grates our ears,
that makes our spine, our
ribs – chill with icy feeling?
Should we reject the words
and comfort ourselves with lies or
perhaps we should listen and hear
and realize in honesty – the truth?
What is said is not to discomfort
but enlighten for understanding and
to know, may create compassion
and to hear may help with the understanding.