Wednesday, November 18, 2020

I Wouldn't Trust a Pen (If I Were You)



Expectation is the creation
Of imagination; often felled
Before the very eyes that prized
The picture that they held

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Sometimes, due to lack of practice 
Our small sacrifices seem large 
-er than they really are
We don't admit how slack our track-record is 
Until circumstance raises the bar

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Sometimes hearts are arks of safety
We store in them fragments of yore
(sometimes hearts break; they do mend 
But never quite 
back 
To the way they were 
Before

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Pens keep secrets 
But oh, they spill them too 
I wouldn’t trust a pen 
If I were you 

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Life is give-and-take 
It makes plain the hidden man 
By how we give 
And what we take 

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If love is
Patient and kind 
Maybe that is why 
True love is 
So hard to find 

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Night ink is bolder 
Than the ink of day 
It spells things that morning
Never quite knows 
How to say

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Loss is more than havoc 
Wreaked on comfort zones 
Some takes its time 
Like the surging sea 
Washing away stone 

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Swift words are often hurtful 
If we want to be wise 
We should take a moment 
And cut them down to size 

© Janet Martin 







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