A rumour's steeple

A word here,
A word there,
And here's a
Word replaced.
A twist of the tongue,
A slip from a rung,
Hence is a
Heart displaced.

Watering words,
Wandering herds,
Thus is truth
Led astray.
Trust was a word,
But now has it heard,
That it can
Be betrayed.

A heart hears
Its hurt tears,
As drenched
It is with pain.
All for but
A sinning word.
But the world has
Got it sained.

A lie uttered,
No gain earned;
Trust broken
On the way.
Hear, people,
A rumour's steeple
Pierces all,
With none to pay.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The first stanza serves as a nice introduction and reverberates nicely with the title of the poem. A rumor gets started so innocuously. It starts with one person who tells another who tells another who tells another; and before you know it, what comes out in the end wasn’t what was stated at all. I like the novel idea of a rumor rising like a steeple. It really can become that grand!

An old Chinese Proverb:

I hear and I forget.
I see and I remember.
I do and I understand.

When it comes to rumors, however, it seems like people are quick to believe and slow to forget.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

This is so very clever..so very much..and set to such nice ryhthm..i can never set such tempo..mine are just ramblings.

[Ashley.M.E]

this is a good poem, thanks for sharing