Monday, April 26, 2010

STICKS AND STONES

Sticks
and
stones.
Breaking
bones,
taking prisoners.

The lullabies
never justify
the lies I was told.
White lies I was sold.
Things always unfold.
They reside
in the grey area.

Black and white
are all I recognize.
Truth or lie.
No in between.
No "sometimes".
No "maybe".

The names will
NEVER
hurt me.

FREEDOM
to
choose
happiness.

To choose.

HAPPINESS.

To choose=happiness.





11 comments:

  1. so very nice. sad , but...little lies told are never good...they erode trust and leave little for the relationship to stand on...nice magpie.

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  2. The gray area has become larger for me, as I age.

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  3. Painful memories here, and I'm glad you know to choose happiness.

    Breathe peace.

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  4. To choose..yes to have the choice..that's everything..as you've shown so well! Thank you...

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  5. I love the way you used Willow's Magpie photo prompt!

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  6. This is wonderful - I love how you wove in the old rhyme. Especially loved this:

    The lullabies
    never justify
    the lies I was told.
    White lies I was sold.
    Things always unfold.

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  7. A powerful piece of poetry, it gave me goosebumps --- I choose happiness--- the alternative becoming a prisoner in our lives, "The lullabies
    never justify
    the lies I was told."
    A strong element of truth. This poem says so much I fear I do not do it justice in my comment. Well crafted.
    Joanny

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  8. This resonates with me. Powerful and provocative!

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  9. This was an intriguing poem. It was a little haunting too. Good job!

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  10. well done
    and wonderful use of the photo prompt
    haunting

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